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Tit for Tat

Chapter 17

"Haskell," Aina said as Long Face toweled her down. She had never called him by name before. The word came from her awkwardly and uncertainly.

"Yees, Miss Fox?" Long Face sang, rubbing the towel briskly against her side.

They were in the little room that adjoined Red Mane's guestroom. It was Long Face's room: small and comfortable, with a narrow bed against the wall and a small chest for his belongings. He also had a small washbasin and used it now to bathe Aina. He had finally been trusted with the task of caring for her and did so attentively each day.

Aina's breasts jiggled as he rubbed her down, and he eyed them but in no other way acknowledged them. He was a perfect gentlemen each day, though Aina knew he longed to be anything but. That was the card she hoped to play.

"I need your help," she said.

He stopped and regarded her carefully, slinging the towel over his shoulder. His shirt was off and he was in nothing but his breeches and boots. He always dressed down when bathing her, and in the dim candlelight, the hard muscles of his chest were curved with shadows. He towered over her, hard-bodied and strong. He took the towel off his shoulder and wiped his paws, the bugling muscles of his arms flexing.

"What is it, Miss?" he said at last. "Need help licking your pussy? I can do that." He wagged his brows.

Aina smiled. "No," she said, frowning earnestly, "it's about Miss Evleen."

"Miss Evelyn?" Long Face repeated, now alert and concerned. He sat on the edge of the bed. "What is it?"

"I need you to steal a letter from Master Dick . . . and give it to Master Charles," Aina went on hesitantly.

The dogs were just foolish enough to think she couldn't read their scribble, but she had learned some of their written words as well. Foxhounds who entered the forest sometimes left papers behind, and Aina had always taken such papers to Hluphizwe to decipher. She had seen a letter on Red Mane's desk, addressed to Gentle Eyes from the king himself. The letter had been an invitation to the castle, requesting Evelyn's presence. From the way the letter had been crammed under a few books, it looked as if Red Mane had quickly attempted to stuff it from view, and she had only been able to read the half of it. But when he smacked everything off the desk, the books fell, and she saw the whole thing as he panted on top of her.

Long Face's brows went up. "Wot! And risk me neck!" he said with a laugh. ". . . what did this letter say?" he asked carefully.

Aina told him.

"Aye. I see. Master Charles will then have no choice but to send Miss Evie along. And then the two of you can disappear into the unknown during the journey." Long Face smiled. "That's a fine plan, Miss. You foxes is as cunning as them old stories say."

Aina blinked. "You would really help me?"

Long Face frowned. "Of course, love. To make Miss Evelyn happy, I'd forge a letter from the king himself!" His eyes softened. "I love her because Master Dick loves her. I'll help her because Master Dick would want me to. And besides, I'd rather see him with his lordship the duke. He's a lot happier with Master Charles. Though he'll never admit it."

Aina smiled, surprised by the loyalty and affection in Long Face's tone.

"I handle Master Dick's papers all the time. Would be an easy thing, cutting one letter from the pile."

Aina nodded, relieved. "Thank you." She wrung out her puffy tail in both paws as she turned away.

"Not so fast," Long Face said mischievously, and taking her paw, he drew her near until she was standing between his thighs. "What would a bloke get in return?"

Aina lowered her long lashes and pretended to be coy. She must steel herself, resign herself to this one dismal sacrifice. Anything for Evelyn. "Me," she whispered against his lips and let her nipples brush his bare chest.

"Oh, honey," he whispered and pulled her close in his arms. She clung to his neck as he pulled her legs around him, forcing her to kneel over his lap. As she hung on, she could feel him fumbling to unbutton his pants. He grunted and cursed, then sighed as his massive erection pushed free. She felt the soft head slap her sex as it hovered over him.

"Point ya aws out . . . there ya go . . ."

Kneeling over Long Face's lap, Aina's head fell back and she cried out as his large fingers fondled her clitoris, as his hungry lips sucked her nipples. He squeezed her breast, and his paw was so large, it fairly devoured it. Her nipple jutted in his grasp, and he licked it, moaning as her sudden juices slipped hot over his fingers. She closed her eyes and thought of Evelyn caressing her, Evelyn sucking her, but the fantasy was shattered when he took her by the hips . . . and brought her sex down on his erection.

"A-Ahhh!"

"Oh, honey . . . . so wet and tight . . . Up again. Put those tits in my face."

Aina obeyed, slowly lifting her body. As she moved, her hot sex sucked and pulled at Long Face's erection, glossing it over in her juices. When she was perched on her knees again, she was high enough for him to suckle her. He did, licking and nibbling as his large fingers slowly rotated her clitoris. She was trembling and weak as the moisture slipped down her thighs. He grunted, then took her by the hips and slowly lowered her on his erection again. She screamed softly as he filled her, stretching her lips taunt, making her clitoris pulse hungrily against their joined sexes. She swooned back in his arms, and he bowed his head to suckle her. His big tongue lapped at her breasts as he took her by the hips and pulled her down harder. She heard the spurt of her juices as her lips strained around the throbbing width of him.

His eyes traced over her body, down her trembling belly to the straining lips of her sex. He licked his lips. "Ye gods, you look good enough to eat. Wish I could lick you while I was fucking you . . ." He laid her on the bed, and the hard wall of his body consumed her as he gathered her in his arms and carefully humped, kissing her neck, gently sucking her nipple. She ran her small hands over the tight muscles of his back, and her soft screams grew louder the longer he made love to her.

"Hush . . . hush, lovely," he whispered, showering her face with kisses. "If someone hears, it'll be my hide . . ."

"Ah . . . ahhha . . . . Ah! Ah! Ah! Mm --!"

Long Face closed his mouth over hers. She gulped on his tongue, and her passionate cries were muffled as his enormous erection punched her to a climax.

Neither of them had any idea Sarah was listening outside the door.