The Wild Healer
Worlds away, two as one.
The Wild Healer
by The Brain of Lazarus
The soul is not so vibrant.
He could taste the lingering stain of copper and salt that painted scarlet over his face. Scattered drops of a fine misty rain fell in hushed layers to mingle with the streaks of deep red dribbling down his chin, hampered by ragged, chuckling breaths. Amber shade glasses were cracked and shattered on the left, revealing a shallow pool of discolored flesh and a twitchy, flicking eye. His normally pale and fur-matching hair was matted with debris and water, his complexion ruinous, chaotic, an exorcised gambler.
Despite the pain, he could only smile.
Long ears swiveled and rotated at the throbbing hum of the city streets. The light rain caused the gentlest of whispers along the neon-lit streets, broken up by the steady drifting of cars. Occasionally a passerby would rush past, all too eager to keep gaze averted and escape the bitter sky. Around him were the silent monoliths of unfeeling, cement towers, their underbellies littered with the cancer of archaic lighting and chemical illuminations. They were as tombstone buildings, collaborations of efficiency and number that housed the muffled populous of Oscalasanti, as the city roads lay a broken mess of the poor and many.
Nose twitched. Sniffed, huffing in the odor of blood. Lean rabbit body wobbled, soreness paned through cranium, objects wriggled in space. Hand rose to wipe away a smear of blood. An unconcerned, hazy smile.
You really should get inside. You expect to fight again if you die out here?
A long, heavy breath. Yes, true. The suit-bearing form steadied himself. Placed hands to hips, gaze scrutinizing. Eyes meandered through surroundings, seeing endless doors, windows, symbols of various languages, an alley. An alley?
Indeed, what should be a strip of dark, unwelcoming paranoia was rather well lit. Inviting even. Its thin entrance, opposite of where the beaten rabbit stood, was bathed in radiance of crimsons and pinks. From an entrance, more precisely, layered with shapes and odd fetishes, strings and beads as if to imply a manner of mysticism.
Was it the state of near concussion that drew Nujabet's interest? The allure of glittering colors that wore the memory of wealth and success? The possibility of exotic, untouched treasures roaming inside the nameless entrance?
Or perhaps something not clouded in romantic thinking. It hardly mattered. The rabbit could feel his grip on reality fading in drips, breaths. And well, he rather liked being conscious and alive. The glowing perimeter across the soaked street was inviting enough, didn't require much work to get to. Mysterious alley portal it was.
A dash across the road, or more like a dizzy, unsteady march. A few moments to catch respite on the other side, wheezing, body flaring with signals of danger. More laughs, the kind induced from normality rather than shock. Nujabet always found his pain a matter of comedy.
Then the lights. The lack of rain, the odor of warm, stern incense, the dryness of the ground, and the sleek, solid door of black.
In cast iron, lording over Nujabet, were two simple words: Holy Diver.
For a moment, his uncaring demeanor was breached by the tug of frown, peering at name, locked to the title, forgetting himself and his surroundings. He shifted uncomfortably, a sore palm rising to rub at his chest, where a series of metal trinkets hid, digits roaming over one in particular, his crucifix. The rabbit was not of the cloth, not a child of holy make, nor a believer, but he found it curious.
He gazed upward, returning to his lazy smile. "You trying to tell me something?" he queried roughly.
Nujabet ignored the coincidence. His collecting of ancient religious iconography was more hobby than anything, like trinkets for good luck. More pressing matters were at hand, such as, not dying.
Briskly the white lagomorph stepped forward, a hand pushing into the knob-less frame. It creaked, whining from rusted bolts and joints as a wave of heat of enticing aromas smothered the rabbit's senses, an atmosphere laden with such variety in smell he could put himself in a drunken stupor with it. He stumbled in, the breaking sound separating the unfeeling chill of the outside into the shrouded oasis, as the weighty door closed behind him.
It took a few moments for his weary eyes to adjust. Within, there was a faint glimmer of amber light that stretched along the walls and furniture, which was a series of couches lazily adjusted along the frame of the room. Those wild, powerful smells washed over Nujabet with greater force, knocking his mind into a dizzy fray, mixing with the image of exotic fetishes hung about, like a dream splayed into mortal makings.
The rabbit would chuckle aloud, before nonchalantly finding a seat and crashing into it. His body rang with buried pain, but he ignored it. In his half aware state, he was more intrigued by his surroundings, strange and obscure they appeared. So lulled the lithe male was that he barely heard the intrusion of footsteps, a soft march along the carpeted floor.
To expect a well kept whatever-it-was to be abandoned was a fool's game, Nujabet knew this. He only hoped in some fashion that the occupants wouldn't be armed, violent, and quite willing to excuse him from this place, let alone his life.
"What has the road brought in this time?"
A voice, of caring, unwarranted softness, encroached on Nujabet's winding ears, quietly, from the side. It was not the tone of a begrudged individual though, not the rough, angry indifference so commonly found in the bowels of Oscalasanti. It was, as far as Nujabet could tell, sweet.
Half open eyes wandered to where the sound arrived. At first they could fixate on nothing, a thought that the voice was imagined. But then, like a striking chord of midnight, the speaker came into view. From what the rabbit could make, a lean, fox-like figure of ash fur, a sleek hue of solid, brilliant grey, shimmered into existence. Nujabet was quite silent, iris' strolling up to catch each curve and delicate sinew of the body, an indeed vulpine, casually clothed with a luscious brush tail of black and eyes.
Eyes? Oh, yes.
Staring at Nujabet were portals of incandescent blue, a brilliant pair of azure orbs, like two sky-hued flames caught in a sea of pitch. Their stare was a studious, sharp, and articulate one, accompanied by a face that bore concerned yet curious features, intertwined with the gentle framework of a kind, expressive demeanor. Nujabet could tell, he could read it like scripture. Bodies were his specialty after all.
It was a moment unlike any other, really. An illustrious encounter. Parts of the lagomorph's mind were wheeling over how much thought was going into this.
Decidedly, he wanted to cause no discomfort. "Ahm. Hullo. A thousand pardons. Please make no haste to call the authorities, I am neither intruder or assailant," he mumbled, voice coated with an unsteady hold on reality.
The vulpine, from what could be gleaned, tilted his head. A closer step, inquiring silently with those beaming eyes.
"Did you miss the part where where it said 'open' out front, sweetheart?"
Nujabet blinked, wiping away at his dried bloody face as if to distract himself. Oh.
"Oh," he repeated.
A sigh. "Only picking. Haven't had a new face here for ages, so it hardly matters. And I certainly haven't seen you before."
Nujabet could hear the gentle tug of nostrils as the gray fox pulled in his scent. There was the lightest grimace afterward. Realization.
"God in the grave, is that. . . are you bleeding?" That flashy foxy complexion exchanged for a more concerned look. That was not what Nujabet expected, more along the lines of 'get out you have plague' or some other charming ridicule.
"You hide yourself pretty well for new company to be afoot," offered the rabbit, attempting to steer away from his current predicament.
The fox shot right through it. He leaned in, maw going agape ever so slightly as he scrutinized the rabbit's appearance.
"What on. . . Has it occurred to you that you look like pulp and might need medical attention? Christ, bleeding all the way down. . . probably had a concussion. . ."
The mysterious fox began to mutter on before leaving the rabbit to his reclining, brush tail sashaying away as the vulpine scurried past a wall opening. It was dreamlike, this chattering, but strange. It was utterly baffling that a person Nujabet never encountered even had the slightest concern over his affairs. His confusion would only persist as, a moment later, the male returned with a cloth and small tray of various nic-nacs he couldn't make out. Said platter was set aside on a small cozy-table while the ash-furred canid immediately set to cleaning away the drying crimson.
Nujabet would've jumped back if he had the energy for it. Hands closing in on his face was not a typically good thing.
"Would you mind explaining 'this'" gestured the fox to Nujabet's visage, "because if you're in trouble, I'd rather not meet the trouble makers, kay?"
Nujabet mistily grinned. That sounded more appropriate all things considered.
A wipe over his nose, a sniff. "Oh I've found it's an excellent conversation starter," he replied flatly.
The vulpine wasn't so keen on the monotone humor.
"Charming. You've got one hell of an ice breaker then. If you won't take this seriously-"
The lagomorph raised his hands innocently. Ears perked at attention and for a handful of seconds, he wizened up.
"I'm a scrapper, chap. No harm follows. Just winding down off the blue."
Simple words, but they were hung with a burden of meanings, a few that were unclear to the ashen vulpine. Scrapper though, that stuck out.
The male opposite of Nujabet released a small sigh, his slim form relinquishing tension at the explanation. His face though still wore concern, finishing with the rag and pulling something from the platter.
"Sorry about that, sweetheart,"
A ball of white neared Nujabet swollen, black eye, apparently moist with the stench of medicine so thick it cut through the pleasantries of Holy Diver's ambrosia. The rabbit didn't like it, rearing back a touch.
"It's going to help with that shiner. Doesn't hurt," he reassured.
It didn't matter if Nujabet tried to fidget away, the fox was quick and swiftly applied the thin liquid over the gloss of bloated, purple flesh. This was unprecedented. Anything that neared the lagomorph's facade was apt to smash it wide open, so it was all about dodge, bob, and sway. Hands previously raised would lower to clench at the couch, a wince, face expecting some painful rebuke.
It didn't come though. A light coolness washed over the pounding eye and within seconds, pain evaporated.
Nujabet exhaled. Hadn't realized that he was holding his breath.
"Relax, jeezus. You're really strung up."
The rabbit looked to the side, eyeing all the shapes and lights dancing in his mind.
"Sorry for what?" he inquired. Mind snapped back, focusing on something else.
"Pardon?"
"You apologized for nothing. Sorry for?" recanted Nujabet, glancing at the striking blue fox eyes.
"Ah." Digits finished, setting aside the wet ball of white. Slender fox hand would come to chin as generous stare studied, looking for other breaks, bruises, bleeds.
"You said you were a scrapper. Those downtown sluggers, right? Can't find work, so you have to, em. . ."
The vulpine of grey seemed choosey with his words, delicately glazing over them, as though they were as painful as fisticuffs.
"Fight?" Nujabet returned with a lazy smile.
"Hmm," The uncanny pleasantness the white rabbit held about the subject was rather unsettling. "Yes. I've known a few. It's an unfair situation. You. . . really shouldn't have to do that just to get by,"
"I get a lot of things, chap. Ahm. What was your name, again?"
The ash-furred fox didn't answer immediately. Instead, he sat back on a coffee table, crossing slender legs. His lovely brush tail tapped against the flank of wood and head tilted, thin satin lips curled in hesitation.
Nujabet sloppily waved. "Ohissfine I don't need a name. I concluded that 'the-fox-chap-who-could've been a hallucination' might not be best for remembering, though."
Nujabet didn't press as the youthful fox seemed to decide on whether or not he desired to answer.
"Saval."
The rabbit caught the name, ears flicking. Eyes straightened, locking.
Saval tapped the side of his temple, indicating with finger.
"Your glasses are broken,"
Quizzically, the white-fur lagomorph pulled away the frames of amber with one side utterly cracked. A feigned pout was had, exaggerated mourning to follow.
"Awww, these were my favorite."
He stuffed them away in the inner pocket of his cheap suit, feeling the steady, hunting eyes monitor him.
"Souvenir from an alley fistfight?" The questioned dared to wonder, a tone audibly pained by the concept.
"You catch on right quick, Saval," replied he with a generous touch on the name. "Though it wasn't an alley. Gambler's den more so. Nice place. Good drink. Lotta fists though."
The ash-furred vulpine clicked his tongue in disapproval. "You seem to take a fancy to pain and misery, mister. . .?"
"Nujabet," A shake of the head. "And I'm not keen on pain, it just likes to find me. And I like to fight it."
"Which reminds me." Rabbit hand touched over what was once a swollen eye, surprised the lump of purple had completely receded.
"What ah, is this place again?" gestured Nujabet, a lazy finger swiveling. "You mentioned a lack of guests."
Saval crossed his legs. He gave a woeful, distant look at his surroundings, lovely slate fur caught in the drifting light of reds and yellows.
"Well, Nujabet. It's a place of healing. I take care of the injured, the hungry, or lost," he responded after a time. "I wouldn't get many guests, but an occasional passerby would stop in. All sorts of people visited. Most down on their luck, hurting. Ground to nothing because. Well. Oscalasanti,"
Nujabet chuckled. "Oscalasanti," he returned with an unusual cheeriness.
Saval continued.
"So I've been here for a long while. Company hasn't been often though. Friends drop by once a month when time affords them but, it's been strangely lonesome as of late."
"Isolation is a game for no one," offered the rabbit. The framework of his mind was beginning to clear and a more kind element took shape.
Saval nodded, as Nujabet went on. "Well you did a top dollar job fixing me right. Never had a swell take vacancy so quick. Can't smell blood anymore, there's that."
The mildest of shifts in the fox's character could be sensed. A light rise of ears, slight widening of eyes. Oh the most timid smile, not quite there but creeping.
White hands clapped together. "Why yes, don't think I've run into a kind stranger in. . . uh, well, ever. Quite generous of you. I haven't even paid you."
There was a polite wiggle of black brush. A calm, sincere smile spread across Saval's muzzle, raising a hand.
"I don't really take pay. That's not what it means to be a healer."
Nujabet waggled his head. "I give all and take everything. If you say this is a place of healing, there must be some measure of reciprocation."
A chirpy chuckle. "It's not necessary. It's more fulfilling to aid others. Besides, currency wouldn't go far in these parts."
Nujabet stroked his chin for a spell, pondering.
"Hmm, you say company has been rare. Well, can't say my legs are eager to carry me onward, so perhaps you need a little healing too. A soul will dull if it can't share itself."
Nose wiggle. A brief reflection. That was uncannily semantic of Nujabet. Oh he gave, but in retribution and physical strikes, never in the realm of emotional depth. Yet, as his senses calmed and the outside world and its worries melted away, he felt something new, and real. A connection. Other parts of him were more keen on generosity than aggression.
Azure fox eyes shimmered, Saval soaking in the words.
Something else started to linger in the room. The young Saval was happy to hear such praises from the suit wearing rabbit, and the addition of long unseen company was refreshing. Still, whispered, hidden thoughts began to surface, dancing through his mind. Predatory instinct intertwined with. . . want. Here before him was a fresh, fit, lean bun. Scent of sin and gambled stain, a rebuked, broken soul; the hunger of long ancient ambitions bubbling with the irrational, chemical addiction of a feeling and memory.
Lust.
In Oscalasanti, life could be short and miserable. Combined with the chimera populace and nature of relations and procreation, often were actions carried out to satiate that lurking, libido bathed beast. And Saval was very, very hungry.
Still, he was a gentle, sweet soul. There was a right and wrong way to these things.
"That's true, ah, Nujabet. Yes, perhaps then, we can heal each other. May I try something?"
The relaxed rabbit gave a thick nod. With one last endearing smile, the fox hopped from his sitting on the table, and leaned closer to Nujabet. Palm up, he held out hands, his gaze watching the white fur male closely. A delighted scrutiny.
"Put your hands in mine."
It was not as a command, but a soft plea. An invitation.
The lagomorph glanced at the paws, and eagerly put his own upon them. Immediately did Saval mingle their digits, squeezing, holding. An intimate act. Ever curious, Nujabet's fluff teardrop tail gave a few jumps, wondering where this was going.
Further the fox leaned. Muzzle pushed close, til nose pressed into forehead, lightly huffing, planting a soft kiss upon Nujabet's brow.
"Oh." Eyes of earthy brown watched the motion, head buzzing.
A timid retreat. Fingers faltered a bit. "I. . . sorry. That was. . . a bit over the line," murmured Saval.
The rabbit chuckled. "Aha! No, go on. You're a spry chap. I like it."
Nujabet was content, comfortable. He felt, oddly, safe, in proximity to the illustrious grey fox. His usually tensed muscles and twitchy, constant sense of awareness faded, letting the dream like scenario unfold, as Saval lowered, smacking, grazing with mouth, to nose, to lips.
A passion play of kissing unfolded, hot, breathy clashes of lips and tongues pressing and smothering. Pink muscles eagerly darted to play with the other, tongues winding, hungry, lusty throes with mumbles of content passed betwixt the two. Noses would wiggle and rub at one another, Nujabet going in between bouts of watching those striking, blue eyes mingle with his own earth toned iris'.
Hands released their clenched state, Saval's grasp going to the sides of the white-furred male, letting them rest in the couches' grace as they continued to explore the other. Tongues would tangle and nips were had, gentle bites that spoke in the silent language of animal want.
For a spell, Nujabet broke the union, exhaling briskly.
"Hah, moving with a lot of haste, aren't we. I barely even know you."
A lick of foxy lips, slender frame nestling to knees. Fingers to suit buttons, undoing.
"We'll find out afterward," said Saval with a reassuring smile.
A quiver of joy seeded deep in Nujabet heart, his front buck teeth biting at lip a bit. He couldn't decide what he looked forward to more: the chance to have this beautiful fox, or to merely spend time with him.
Wiggled off was the outer layer of the lagomorph's suit, fabric of a dull black that rolled off shoulders. Saval had pulled away at most of the shirt, revealing Nujabet refined, those visibly injured, chest and upper frame. Layered beneath the fabric were other surprises, a long, several neckpiece collection of various religious icons, some metal make and others wood beads.
Wandering vulpine gaze was quite intrigued. History was written in the flesh of his new partner, where spots of old fractures, cuts, and injuries could be seen, barely covered by the snow-hued fur. Coupled with the pieces Nujabet wore, Saval was both perplexed and concerned. He mentally cringed at some of the sights.
Finger of ash would come to twist about with Nujabet's wearings.
"Are you some kind of holy man?" Foxy muzzle prodded into chest, looking up with gorgeous gaze, licking over abdomen as though to heal the old injuries.
The other began to shrug off his unbuttoned shirt, chuckling. "Not anymore,"
Nujabet decidedly removed the trinkets, pulling them away as his counterpart began to sink lower, mouth drifting to stomach, slender digits now undoing pants button. The sound of bead and metal sunk together, the lagomorph tossing away his necklaces, feeling trousers come loose, the skilled Saval relinquishing legs of their tethered prison.
It was still difficult for the rabbit to make out the truth of the matter. He watched as briefs were tugged away, slinking past thick rabbit hip, freeing the bun and exposing him to the enticing incense laden air. Holy Diver had a dreamlike quality and the midnight fox was no exception. Soothing, caring hands massaged rabbit knee and inner thigh, letting them drift apart to better expose Nujabet's dark grey malehood, whilst Saval now rested tender tush into calves.
Yes, things were moving along quite briskly now.
Nujabet couldn't recall the last time his flesh felt something other than pain, or the last time he'd been with someone else. Possibly a wench over table while under the fog of a drunken stupor, but nothing remarkable. This, however, was fulfilling in so many ways, with Saval approaching the rabbit shaft, breathing a huff of air onto his tip, preparing. It was agonizingly wonderful.
The virile rabbit's excitement grew, as did his malehood. Saval had taken a single digit and carefully stroked the under flesh, letting gentle tingles ring about the inches of shaft. Steadily did the blade grow, filling, standing at full attention, wobbling in the air. This was an invigorating sensation that the lagomorph hadn't felt in a long, long while.
Same it was for the young ash-furred vulpine. He smelled the light scent of male unfamiliar, and ever so gently gave the crown a lick. Then another. Simple, darting drapes, rolling about the grey head, allowing it to rest on tongue, a free palm coming to massage and comfort the rabbit's supple sack. Thin canid lips of satin would proceed to suckle and lightly kiss the end, quietly humming as the fox assaulted the hot pike with smooches and smacks.
"Starting to feel better?" cooed the fox, pressing the flank of grey into cheek. Nujabet winced a smile, toes curling, body teeming with pleasure.
"Is it too early to say I love you?" he answered tensely, hungry mast dripping pre from sheer excitement.
An overstatement, Savant was certain, but adorable nonetheless. He'd return with a small smile and faint, unseen blush as he drew the shaft further into maw, lips curled and wrapped around the width of the flesh, tasting the sweet and salty flavor of rabbit liquor. As one palm was full of male stones, the other perused to rub at thigh in comforting fashion, barely touching the canvas of fur to illicit the most pleasant of tingles. All the while, Nujabet trembled and groaned his satisfaction, observing as his masculine root found itself buried in Saval's throaty embrace.
The vulpine was enthused to continue, taking a moment to free the cock from mouth and press muzzle into rabbity jewels, pushing warm mouth into the pair. He'd massage them with tongue, thick brush swaying like a perverse maestro as he suckled the balls, one at a time, letting pink rug wash over their smooth volume. Digits that once caressed the testes had switched to shaft, stroking idly in swift, steady motions, further drawing out a series of pleased moans.
Content the orbs were polished, Saval returned to the tip of rabbithood. Nujabet was audibly breathing harder, his once dizzy grin replaced by a heated expression of want. As such, the fox performing fellatio kept him waiting no longer, dipping his cranium upon the first inches yet again, gulping the grey hued pole in the depths of his maw. Loudly, if not sloppily, the vulpine sucked, cheeks puffing, wriggling head as pointed nose delved into the rabbit's pubic tufts, effectively deepthroating the six inches of mast.
Nujabet gasped, eyes clenching momentarily, but swift to open and stare as the foxy fellow bobbed and stroked his head upon the trembling pike. His soft lips were a cushion to the member as he noisily slurped along the flank, allowing it to delve into his throat with each mouthing swing. Saliva and pre began to dribble free from the canid maw as his swift pace caused Nujabet to tap the ground excitedly with bare foot.
The vulpine enjoyed this taste, this delectable flavor of male root. He pumped upon the rod enthusiastically, quickening his flourish, tongue batting into stones when nose slammed into the rabbit's threshold. Each dragging slurp coaxed a shaking, extensive groan from the lagomorph, foxy ears swiveling happily to ear these engaging sounds once again.
Saval had won through action, with young Nujabet sitting upright, slowly, tossing his lower frame into the pulling, suckling want. It was not aggressive nor abusive in motion, rather oriented by the actions of the wily vulpine, as though influenced by the suckle and tug of wet fox warmth.
Though Nujabet was under this wondrous spell, his aching form had pined for a release. It came, like he, quick and rapidly, and abrupt sudden burst of seed splurging from the end of his rabbithood, to which Saval, caught somewhat off guard, licked and lapped in the nectar of this stout. Thirsty he was for the issue of another man, so he drank, sipped the masculine wine, feeling the warmth coat his throat and maw.
Tediously, he drew away from the ash-hued flesh, making sure to suckle away all the juices that marinated the rabbit meat. With an audible pop the cock was released as it waggled free, sparkling in the dim room light.
"Nnnf. I. Wow," Nujabet said hoarsely, eyeing his soaked groin. Saval merely looked up, facade pleasant and wanting.
"Let's not stop, sweetheart."
With lithe perfection, the ash-furred male rose. "Let me get a touch more comfortable, kay?"
Nujabet barely heard him, still reeling from the dizzy delight of his buzzing cock.
As for the fox, Saval slipped out of attire, pulling away at solid back shirt to reveal his taut, lightly toned torso. He perused to wriggle out of thin, denim shorts that hugged his hips and rear comfortably, letting them fall from legs as lovely bum popped free. Briskly did undies leave next, notably aroused from all the previous cock attentions, a lovely rod of dark, glistening obsidian hue, embraced by a thin forest of charcoal pubic fur.
Blinking, the lagomorph gave a long, studious stare, drinking in the delicate balance of muscle and lean body, the fur of cloudy grey complimented by the dazzling azure iris'.
"You're quite the beautiful chap," he uttered truthfully, as Saval reached out.
"Take my hand," replied the vulpine, a dreamlike tone that promised care and kindness. Within Saval beamed with blushing thoughts at the compliment, but for now, he merely wanted to get the rabbit in safe huddle.
Nodding, Nujabet obediently stood and cupped Saval's palm with his own.
Soft digits mingled with the rabbit's own as the fox so gently tugged him along, pulling him past the wall opening separated by a throe of beads. Within this secondary room was a more calmed, exotic atmosphere, the air saturated with thicker, sweeter incense, lights of pale violets and blues washing over the chamber. A circular bed of kind, welcoming velvet lay in the center, to which Saval drifted to with a dancer's grace, leaving the young lagomorph to watch.
Supple, shapely buttocks tossed with the dainty swing of hip, tail matching metronome motions. It wasn't put on, merely the refined, beautiful litheness of Saval's slender frame and the natural curvy shakes that accompanied that vulpine shape. Foxy body dove into the bed with tail twitched to the side, revealing ever so carefully, a coax. The tease stirred the sleepy, long unused mental catacombs of desire, a spark starting a fire. Rabbits had a reputation of being especially promiscuous, after all.
Prone was the body of gray, flat on stomach lied Saval. He wiggled teasingly, letting his plump rump draw Nujabet closer. So generous, even after all the preceding events. Foxy head turned back, bedroom gaze wandering over the nake rabbit flank, dazzling over exposed lagomorph cock. There was silent wanting, the white-fur male crawled atop the bed, but, not to position himself hip to hip.
"Nhm?" The fox chittered curiously. He was expecting the immediate rush of malehood plunging into his taint, but it did not come.
Instead, skilled digits sprung into action, tracing over the sinews and roads of muscle and softness that was Saval's back and body. Nujabet desired far more than a simple fix for his lustiness, he needed more, he wanted touch. Feeling. Rabbit nose would sneak to neck, vulpine head softly coaxed to the side, pecking, assaulting with quiet kisses.
"Ahhn. Nujabet? Ooh. . ." whispery whisker words. Lips were pressed, nipping. Hotly touching cheek, to slope, then dragging lower, tongue tracing over shoulder and back and crevice.
Rabbit hands would shuffle under the foxy frame, lifting the lithe male to knees, as meandering fingers caressed and palmed at chest, roving over nips, pinching the satin tents ever so lightly. Saval's breath was increasingly heavy, hips wiggling a touch, licking at thin canid lips. He wasn't expecting this kind of intimacy.
Though used for hitting and fighting, Nujabet's palms were still as silk. Lower they traveled, rubbing at belly, feeling the tuft of heavier fur, gliding to inner thighs, seeking out their prize. Ah yes. The rabbit gripped the foxy treasure, a heavy, thick shaft of satin that was warm to the touch. Though nice, plump, and erect, it still tingled with a soft appeal, as fingers wrapped about its crown and stroked, spinning and rotating.
Long charcoal tipped ears were at attention, Nujabet still wearing a hazy grin, listening for every shudder and moan that escaped the vulpine, assailing the virile cock with much needed attention. Other free palm would come to juicy testes, rolling them in fingers, coddling the healthy sac, admiring their seething, lively weight.
"Aha, suppose fighting has its benefits."
The succulent vulpine was all a twitter with pleased chirps and quiet, wandering moans, which delighted Nujabet. He wanted to pay some appreciation. He rotated his hand along the upper inches, choking through strokes and then easing off, applying a range of pressures
Though it pained him briefly to leave the springy, twitching shaft, the rabbit had other plans. Palms now came to backside, rolling over the generous, lovely rump Saval possessed. Rabbit body positioned self for more comfort as hands jostled the flesh, letting them ripple and bounce, til spreading them apart. Exposed was Saval's fresh, midnight taint, black hole ring presented from the cleft of rear, testes hanging as forbidden fruit.
It was there Nujabet set to take a long, slow lick of the jet shaded entry. He'd carefully drag the warm, wet muscle about the taint, touching hefty sac, until grazing over the pretty pud. Saval immediately shook with groans and shudders, brush springing out of the way and hips spreading to let the rabbit attend to his desire. The licks were teasing, prodding laps that probed into the orifice to get a flavor of fox, moistening the anal rose, Saval gripping his ruffled hair and biting at velvet sheets.
When the rabbit had his fun teasing and tasting with darting tongue, his head would raise, body straightening as his own, eager grey mast throbbed to life once again, engorged with supple thickness. Though he'd want nothing more than to spend time doting over Saval's foxhood, there was a pressing, immediate hunger to attend to.
In one frisk, smooth motion, Nujabet swung his hips into the waiting tunnel, slickly and easily, instantly throttled by the generous tightness that was Saval's pucker. Both let out grunts and cries of satisfaction, the unexpected, choking suckling of the fox's backside disarming Nujabet's expectations whilst his vulpine partner quivered with bliss, fulfilled after such an achingly long time.
"I hope you fuck as good as you fight," hissed Saval, hips weakly wobbling with this black male-chalice stretched to pleasing lengths, prostate nuzzled by chubby crown. A strong declare, ranked from the slumbering pit of want.
Nujabet couldn't help but wriggle a bit, deep within the temple of fox, enjoying the pancaking rump that smothered into his hips. For once his mind was active, and he soaked in the cerebral, the lucid realization of their coupling.
Slowly but eagerly, the white-fur rabbit began to grind his stern thighs, a slow draw and slam of the abdomen, light claps audible with each bounce of rump to hip. The squishy, midnight anal ring easily choke-stroked the pumping thickness, gliding along the inches, slick from saliva and pre, jet-hued shaft jostling and thumping upon vulpine stomach with every collision.
Nujabet, however, wasn't able to maintain the gentle, slow momentum. With the dancing brush tail and sight of the lithe, beautiful fox male in front of him with supple soft buttocks bounding about, his lagomorph instincts switched into overdrive. Starvation of sex had brought out the animal, and hips began to piston grind at a faster rate. Sloshy, lewd applause of cock pounding into prostate echoed throughout the usually silent room, the velvet bed creaking, atmospheric lights dazzling over the pair's body.
"Gonnadothisright," the white rabbit muttered, hand going to foxy shoulder.
If he was going to truly release in this vulpine, he would be certain it was a moment worth keeping. Kindly but sternly, he pulled out of Saval, receiving an aggravated whimper in response as the voracious other looked at him with glaring curiosity. Nujabet rotated the gray framed fellow to his back, positioning so that arms were nestled at the sides of vulpine head, while prodding once again into the inviting hole.
In silent understanding, Saval bit canid lips, grunting happily as the rabbit mast entered his taint once again, but able now to hold the male responsible for the wonder exploding through his body. Sly legs wrapped around the rabbit's back and hip while arms rested about shoulders, his luscious eyes of blue pouring into the portals of earth. His satin foxhood throbbed uncontrollably, dancing warmth crashing into his flesh like waves as Nujabet began to move again.
This time the thrusts came with quick, successive blows, heavy, hard thrusts that caused the pair to whine and moan in animal intimacy.
"Hna! Ahh! Nn! Ahh!"
Each breath that left Saval was rattled by ecstasy and powerful, masculine groans, dancing with Nujabet's own throaty rabbit grunts.
Hunger. Blinding, hot, searing hunger. They kissed and embraced, lips locked and tongues twining, mashing sloppily and repeatedly, as the lagomorph crashed his groin into the tight suckling hole. The fox held him close, bringing Nujabet to chest, warm cock rubbing against the pale bunny fur as his muzzle rested on shoulder, each of his sizzling exhales dripping into the long charcoal tipped ears.
It was all they could muster. Finally, after slamming and grinding and pushing and wanting, the pair reached peak. A critical junction that was achieved none too often with new pairs, but here, it was synchronized. Saval cried out and his form locked, hugging every inch of rabbit he could, holding for dear life as the bun exploded into his male chalice, copious ropes of pearly, hot seed drowning the entry with issue and lusty expulsions. Nujabet would hold against his vulpine partner all the same, feeling a sopping warmth bridge the two as Saval reached orgasm, his delicious cock pumping out delectable nectar, the wine of their efforts.
The afterglow was sensational, a chemical shock that left them panting as they tediously began to relax, ragged breaths their applause as the sexual orchestra concluded.
In those minutes, Nujabet lie with the fox, who kept him in embrace. His racing mind was clear, fluid, open. A veil had lifted. He felt. . . complete, as though some wandering piece of him finally returned. His ears hearkened to the gentle heartbeat of Saval, a lovely drum filled with care and kindness and. . .
"Now you can say it," the vulpine spoke up after a while. Nujabet glanced to him.
"Hmm?"
"It's not too early now," the blue eyed fox hinted. It took a handful of seconds for Nujabet to realize.
A genuine smile spread over the white rabbit's face. "I love you."
A half hour passed after that, before the two rose to clean the liquid of their mating. They talked, quietly, new volumes of life in their conversation. But not much. Saval made a small vegetable curry to eat and the decided to retire. The night was old, both were weary, so they returned to bed, and slept as one. Neither alone or hurting, healed in this ship called Holy Diver. All that lay ahead was the sea of tomorrow.