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Throwing his arm around Xilan's shoulders, Fon burped, leading him away from the bar. His friends flanked them with bottles clenched loosely in their hands, gear slung loosely over their shoulders. "What a fuckin' haul. You're one hell of a shot, kid." Fon squeezed Xilan's arm companionably, nearly bowling him over with his size as he leaned on the shorter man, his tanned skin contrasting with the boy's paler hue.

Xilan was uncomfortably aware of the man's unwashed body, his masculine scent tickling the new hunter's nostrils and tightening his leathers with perverted desire. "Thank you, sir." He managed to stammer, keeping his eyes forward despite the open shirt and sweat-drenched chest hair spilling out of it. "I've been hunting since before I came of age, though admittedly, I never took down anything near the size of those boars."

"Well, I think you earned a fuckin' reward." Gesturing his sloshing bottle, Fon pointed to their destination, an obvious whorehouse populated by women in frilly dresses with too much makeup and cleavage so deep that they could hide a small animal. "Time for you to become a man, kid. Nothin' like spillin' yer nuts in a whore's cunt." Of course, he couldn't know that it was his tongue's slurring words that excited Xilan more than the prospect of any woman's company.

Xilan couldn't explain that he would rather bury himself beneath Fon's bulk and feel the man's cock inside him. Instead, he nodded, a blush covering his face as the bulky hunter inadvertently brought sweat-dripping pits within inches of his face. Fuck, that dizzying scent. At least he could blame his arousal on the erotic displays surrounding him rather than the desire to lick Fon clean, head to toe.

"My friends and I would like to buy your finest whores." Straight to the point, Fon stepped up to the establishment's owner, a man in an elaborate kimono with a pipe that no doubt cost a small fortune. "Oh, and make sure one of them has experience with virgins. Kid needs to pop his cherry." Patting Xilan's back with enough force to almost knock him off his feet, Fon swayed, taking a swig of his beer.

Raising an eyebrow, the well-groomed proprietor surveyed the four of them, puffing on his pipe. Pulling over a girl with nothing on but a transparent shawl that did nothing to cover her light brown nipples, he whispered in her ear, then nodded toward Fon. "Through the back. There's a room with two beds." Breathing out a plume of smoke that curled into a dragon's twisting form, the owner smiled, revealing unnaturally white teeth. "There's an extra charge for bruises, cuts, or other permanent damage. Nothing's off limits, but you'll pay for the privilege."

Shuddering at the supernatural gleam in the man's eyes, Xilan swallowed, led away by the insistent pull of Fon's grip. Against his better judgment, he was willing to let Fon draw him into his antics to see what hid beneath the man's armor. Since he joined their band, he tried his best to ingratiate himself with the friendly hunter, ignoring the other two, taking any opportunity to bathe in his cloying stink. The closest he'd ever come was stroking himself with his face inches from the coarse man's groin while he slept, wishing he could release the beast beneath the leather and feel its flavor caress his tongue with every suck.

"Never been to a place this fancy." One of the other hunters spoke as they entered the room, his sticky, beer-coated fingers leaving stains on the floral paper screens that coated the walls. "First whorehouse I've been to that didn't smell like cheese and cheap perfume." Blonde hair cascaded down his shoulders in messy braids as he removed a stained bandanna, rustling free straw to fall to the floor.

"You're the one that smells like cheese." The other nameless barbarian spoke, his chubby belly shaking as he elbowed the first. Flopping on the nearby bed, he unbuttoned his shirt, letting his stomach free from its confines and putting his hands behind his head. His pants hung low, already unbuttoned in anticipation.

"At least I don't eat everything in sight." The first grumbled as he leaned against the wall, sniffing his armpit and shrugging. Nursing his bottle of beer, he scratched his crotch, his blonde braids shaking with each movement. If it weren't for Fon's perfect, shimmering muscles, he easily could have been the object of Xilan's affection, though he wasn't as friendly.

Before the two could insult each other further, the door slid open, and two girls stumbled in, pushed by the owner's callous shove. Even Xilan had to admit they were both beautiful, despite his interest in men.

With long, straight hair shimmering in the dim candlelight, they shivered under three lusty gazes (and one disinterested stare), barely covered by silken robes arranged to show off their chests. One's hair was umber-colored, while the other was pure white, and both had supernaturally bright eyes, fearfully darting as they looked over their clients. Neither seemed like seasoned whores, although Xilan sensed hunger from one and excitement from the other, barely hidden beneath the surface. Was it all an act?

Grabbing the darker-haired girl and pulling her over, the blonde barbarian ran his thumb over her lower lip as he fumbled with his pants. "Fuck yeah. Even the whores are fancy. You know how to suck a dick, girl?" He slurred, yanking on the poor girl's arm until Xilan feared it would break. Unceremoniously, he shoved her to her knees after fondling one breast with dirty fingernails.

"Please. You're hurting me!" Came a tearful voice as the girl struggled, her eyes widening at the sight of the nameless barbarian's cock. Violet eyes swam with tears, and she seemed frantic to get away, recoiling as his shaft smeared its filthiness over her lips. Still, despite the tears, her eyes didn't show much more than a passing boredom.

"Shut the fuck up and suck it, bitch." The barbarian growled, jamming his dick against the girl's lips and demanding entry, his free hand slapping her cheek. It seemed he wasn't a friendly drunk like Fon. Xilan debated stopping him, but his eyes magnetized to the barbarian's bare ass, the sweat trickling between his strangely hairless ass cheeks stiffening Xilan's manhood. Was it so awful to let him do as he liked, as long as Xilan could watch? It wasn't as though Xilan could overpower him anyway, and if he was lucky, he might be able to see the man's hole pulse as he emptied himself into the girl.

Suddenly, as the girl sobbed, her face tilted downward, Xilan realized something chilling. The motions quaking through her exposed breasts weren't terrified sobs; she was laughing. Violet eyes shone with arcane power as her mouth opened, revealing sharp, canine teeth. "Is that what you want, then?" She spoke in a masculine voice as her skin rippled, giving way to reddish brown fur.

As the barbarian backed away, the maiden changed before his eyes, her petite beauty and porcelain breasts giving way to animalistic muscles and a condescending vulpine expression. Darting forward and grabbing the man's cock, the creature smeared its long, drooling tongue over its unwashed length. "Don't worry, morsel. I'll suck your cock until you can't bear it." Turning toward the other girl, still undergoing a similar transition, the fox demon crooked his head toward the more plump barbarian, seemingly ignoring Xilan and Fon. "He's yours, Morgan. Drain him, but be sure not to kill. Deaths might ruin this banquet."

"Thank you, Masaru." The other fox licked his lips, fixing glowing eyes on the bare-chested barbarian on the bed. His knotted canine cock bounced as he cornered the man, swelling out to an obscene size and dripping with desire. Unlike his master, he wasted no time, tearing at the chubby man's pants until he could line himself up and pierce him with that massive cock.

Masaru seemed more inclined to play with his prey. As Xilan watched, dazed and enraptured by all the musk floating in the air, he slathered the blonde barbarian's cock in a thick layer of saliva, sharp claws digging into the man's ass as he coaxed it back to hardness. Bobbing slurps took him to the root, drawing a confused groan from the shaking man, but the vulpine's steel grip held him in place, expertly sucking as strings of saliva drooled to the floor below in sloppy spiderwebs.

The chubby barbarian fared no better. Jiggling cheeks wobbled as Morgan rammed a cock bigger than Xilan's forearm deep into him, trails of slimy excess rolling from his stretched hole to stain the sheets below. Strangely, the confused moans dragged from his throat didn't sound like the man was in pain but like he was experiencing something new, though from what Xilan could see of his reddened hole, he was in danger of being turned inside out by the sloppy, animalistic cock.

Xilan was strangely jealous. Despite the danger the creatures presented, he couldn't deny that their powerful scent was affecting him, messing the inside of his underclothes with arousal. Barely managing to rip his gaze from the sloppy up and down of the kneeling fox, he stood, stepping closer despite his better judgment. His nose stung from the rank, unabashed scent pouring from the fox's fur, the space under its tail wafting an aroma that reminded him of dozens of hunters after weeks in the wild. The scent filled his brain, intoxicating him and demanding closer inspection.

Dropping to his knees as though in a trance, Xilan pressed his nose to Masaru's sheath, his nose flaring as he took in unfiltered musk. Unbidden, he unbuttoned his leathers, letting them pool around his ass while he buried his face in the creature's masculinity, feeling his drool drip down from his feral suck above him. Idly, he wondered if Fon was watching him. How delicious would it be if he mounted the boy while he tasted that vile foxhood?

As the barbarian above shivered and begged for mercy, his cock sucked raw, and his body suffering through one of many orgasms, Masaru finally released his member, lips shining with a silvery, glowing sheen. Clawed fingers took hold of Xilan's head instead and pushed him deeper into that fat vulpine manhood, his cocktip smearing over the human's nostrils and marking him with more earthy, masculine funk.

Tossing aside the barely conscious blonde barbarian, Masaru licked his lips clean of the bright silver substance. Xilan's instinctual submission seemed to amuse him, his hips pushing forward to seal the human's face against the puffy, leathery sheath entrance. As he slotted his cocktip against Xilan's unprepared mouth, his nose twitched, and he grabbed a handful of Xilan's hair, tugging him free. Bringing him to eye level, he sneered, his face twisted in distaste. "Boy. You're a virgin, aren't you?"

"Y-Yes, sir." Unable to look away from the growing canine cock Masaru tore him from, the entranced human tried to lower his face back to its enthralling stink. It burned his nose, but somehow he felt like he couldn't live without it. Even Fon's masculinity couldn't compare, though it was far less painfully powerful.

"Pity. Pretty boys are much more fun to break." Annoyed, the kitsune moved that predatory gaze to Fon's cowering form in the corner, licking his lips as he moved to stand. "I suppose I'll have to settle for two. You may leave once we finish. I can't drain a virgin without their permission." Waving a dismissive hand, he left Xilan to ponder his words.

With a pang of jealousy, Xilan watched the fox's swaying rump, feeling his stomach drop as he realized that not only would that wonderous stink pass him over, he would lose the man he'd fantasized over for months. Reaching up, he took hold of the fox's tail, catching his attention. "And what if I let you 'drain me.'" With the backdrop of squelching, helpless moans from the quaking bed behind him, Xilan tried his best to put on a brave face, despite the drool at the corner of his mouth. "What would I get out of it?"

Raising an eyebrow, the fox chuckled, his bobbing cock swaying as he returned that glowing violet gaze, dripping with liquid musk that tainted the air around it. "How calculating. Perhaps that veil of purity hides delicious darkness." Clicking his tongue, the fox thought, letting his cockslime drool down over Xilan's face as he tilted his face upward, delighting in the boy's squirming. "Would you like to make a deal? Is your soul worth the same as your heart's desire?"

Swallowing as heated slime drooled down his face, staining his bare chest and smothering his steel-hard cock in sticky abundance, Xilan looked from that canine cock to Fon's soft masculinity, still on display between the terrified man's muscled thighs. "I want him. I want Fon to love me. Always." He spoke, avoiding the other man's gaze as a spurt of arousal painted his lips, a masculine flavor permeating his tongue. It was so vile, yet so delicious. He wanted to gag, yet the prospect of swimming in the fox's filth set his heart aflutter.

"A simple enchantment." As he waved his paw dismissively, the kitsune's smile widened, taking a firm hold of Xilan's hair and smearing his cock over the human's lips. "Repeat after me. 'Masaru. My soul is yours. In return for my fondest wish, you may devour me.'" A strange echo followed his words as though they held power beyond speech. Magic? Or a trick?

Either way, with that glorious cock so close, and his greedy mouth drooling as he fantasized about sucking Fon's cock with no consequences, Xilan opened his mouth to speak. "Masaru. My soul is yours-" Gagged by that massive canine shaft, Xilan fell silent before he could complete the oath, though he still felt something important change, as though protection faltered, opening a door for the kitsune's bestial affection.

"Whoops." Chuckling evilly, the fox pushed forward, filling Xilan's throat with a cock that threatened to dislocate his jaw. "All I heard was that you're mine to do as I please." Ignoring the human's feeble attempts to pull back, he plundered the depths of Xilan's throat, wringing wet gags from him with every push that drove more of his foul, deliciously unwashed cock further. It wasn't until the bulb at the base, still steadily growing into something that terrified the boy, spread his lips that the fox stopped, his iron grip holding him in place.

"Oh, don't look at me like that. What did you expect from a demon?" Dragging him back until only the tip graced his lips, Masaru flopped free, his other paw returning from under the fox's tail coated in a much stronger scent. Masaru's fingers were fresh from his heated innards, steaming with pure musk, damp and twitching.

Xilan wanted to recoil yet opened his mouth wider in anticipation, his cock adding to the mess drooling down its shaft with its meager dribble. He was too far gone to protest, ready to accept those foul fingers. Gagging on them as they slid into his throat, smearing the fox's eye-watering musk over his tastebuds, he swallowed greedily, his tongue seeking every bit of the disgusting flavor.

"I'll give you a second chance. Speak fast." Fucking Xilan's mouth with his fingers, the fox delighted in the gags he wrung from the human when he tried to speak; his fingers' cruel jabs radiating a tingling sensation through Xilan's tongue. It wasn't until he drooled openly, his lips coated in dripping saliva, that the fox relented, withdrawing to smear it over his face.

Finally, with difficulty, Xilan managed to speak, drool dripping down his chin as his tongue flopped strangely, darker in color and too big for his mouth. "I-In return for my fondest wish, you may devour me." He finished, his corrupted tongue flopping down his chin, the wide canine length curling and getting in the way of speaking the words he knew were too important to skip.

Immediately, as soon as the final words left his lips, Xilan felt himself fall backward, something glowing and steely wrapping around his neck and pinning him to the floor. He barely had time to test it with his fingers, pulling futilely at the restraints before a shadow loomed over him, bringing him face-to-face with two furry mountains and a flexing hole between them. Masculine musk powerful enough to water his eyes, like the stink of dozens of men rutting in a sauna full of cum-stained underclothes, washed over him as that pucker descended, sealing his face between those heavy cheeks.

Trapped beneath those cheeks, Xilan could only see the vaguest outline of that thick rim, pulsing with heat and unleashing a stink that was somehow worse than anything he'd ever smelled yet didn't contain dirty scents one would expect from an ass. Instead, it reeked of pure masculinity, heated and rank. Every breath went straight to his cock, untouched and throbbing, chilled by the coating of fox pre still clinging to it like the glaze on a pastry.

"Lick. Put my gift to work." Came that growling voice, dripping with approval as Masaru's weight bore down, forcing that ebony donut against Xilan's face in a perverse kiss, his rump's size threatening to crush the human's skull. "If you can finish me off, I'll take my due and fulfill your wish."

Still reeling from Masaru's musk, Xilan pressed his lips to the pulsing flesh, his unwieldy tongue slopping out of his mouth and curling to swipe over the pulsing muscle dimly lit by his magical collar. Thankfully the fox tasted better than he smelled, his musk translating into a salty, greasy sweat that coated Xilan's tastebuds with savory masculinity. Each lick grew wetter as his new tongue encouraged sticky strings of drool from his mouth, smearing it over the softening hole with every dutiful lap.

"Deeper, boy." Cock slapping against Xilan's bare chest, Masaru smeared his hole over the human's face, taking his breath away and forcing his face deeper, threatening to swallow him into heated depths. "Worship me properly, or I'll crush you beneath me, drain as I please, and leave you with an empty husk for eternity." Shaking his hips, he stroked himself, his member drooling an infinite river of masculine slime to coat Xilan's hairless body.

Realizing he had to please if he wanted his wish fulfilled, Xilan gathered his courage, mashing his face against Masaru's drool-coated hole. Bringing his extended tongue to bear, piercing through softened muscles, and ramming its entire length into silken, meltingly-hot walls, he gagged on the strength of the scent searing his nostrils. His tongue slurped away, rolling against the inner walls with desperate, sloppy pushes, and he felt his face grow wet with a vile combination of saliva and sweat.

"Good boy. Just like that." Panting and riding Xilan's face, Masaru clenched his pillowy hole, his tail sweeping the floor behind him. His stroking grew faster with every deep thrust, his cock spurting excessive arousal to coat Xilan's neglected spire. Lifting his hips in a rhythm that threatened to break the human's nose with its ferocity, he finally sat down hard, smothering Xilan beneath him as thick ropes of vulpine seed painted his body, leaving heated trails that seemed hot enough to steam. "Fuck yeah. Not as thorough as Morgan, but your natural talent is hard to deny."

"Th-Thank you." Xilan stammered out once the fox's oppressive weight left his face, his words slightly slurred by his lengthy tongue's unwieldiness. Attempting to roll the black appendage back into his mouth, he watched as that damp rump took a seat on his messy, cum-covered cock, sealing it in the space that his face was seconds ago. He wasn't big enough to feel much more than heat and wetness around him, but that heavy rump still sent tingling sensations through his stomach with every twitch.

Rolling his heavy asset to squish Xilan's creamy groin against his rear, Masaru pinned his waist, filling the air with moist, sloppy sounds with every grind. Spent cock slapping against Xilan's waist hard enough to leave a bruise, he purred his words, excessive cum squishing from their union with every push and tail lazily swaying behind him. "Feel that, mortal? I've tainted you. No more innocence, no more boyish games. Like it or not, you've become a whore." Licking his lips and sitting down hard enough to make Xilan's balls ache, he shuddered, his hole clenching to make even the boy's cock feel its snug embrace.

Xilan leaned his head back, tongue flopping out of the corner of his mouth as he felt his stomach coil, his balls drawing up with every speeding, deliciously sloppy slide. The mess coating his cock already permeated every bit of the fox's rump, but he could feel more ready to release, more intense than any orgasm he'd ever had. Finally, with an unmanly gasp and whimper, he pushed against the fox's oppressive weight, feeling his cock erupt with a seemingly endless stream. With every pump, he felt as though his body was growing light, intense fatigue settling over him and loosening his muscles until he was little more than a toy for the bouncing fox, his brain whiting out.

Leaning over Xilan, Masaru rolled his tongue along the human's cheek in a lewd facsimile of affection, his eyes flashing with a fiery surge of arcane power. "Alright, morsel. Much as I hate to admit it, you've fulfilled your part of our little deal. You shall have your heart's desire."

Snapping his clawed fingers, Masaru turned his attention to the other kitsune. "Morgan. Collect the virgin's toy. Can't have him squirming away." The kitsune watched as the other fox abandoned his punishing thrusts into the blonde barbarian, leaving him next to the unconscious, swollen man he began the night inside, padding over to Fon's shaking form.

Grabbing Fon's arm and tugging him to his feet, Morgan hooked his arms under the hunter's arms, lifting him and sitting on the nearby bed. A warning growl stopped the man's protesting as his still-dripping cock smeared between unwilling thighs, then tucked itself behind him, slapping wetly against his back. "Yes, Master." He spoke, his gaze softening as he looked toward Masaru, like a man in love.

Unceremoniously dragging Xilan to his feet with a cruel grip, Masaru took hold of his hair, stopping to share a long kiss with his vulpine subordinate. Before Xilan could fully recover from the intense fatigue the kitsune caused him, Xilan felt a heavy paw bring him to his knees, bringing him face to face with the tanned skin of Fon's balls, covered in fuzz and pulled up tight above his shrunken, frightened cock. "If you wish to own him, you must prove your devotion. I trust you understand what that means."

Swallowing as he looked up at Fon's frightened, disgusted face, Xilan nodded. What he always wanted was inches away, with nothing to block his tongue, but the man's expression curdled his blood. Was what he was doing wrong? Did he want to rape Fon? Gods, that deliciously dirty cock, surrounded by Fon's unique scent, called to him, begging him to taste it, weakening his resolve. Fon would have to endure. He'd try his best to make the experience less traumatic.

Masaru's paw provided the necessary push to set Xilan's mind, shoving him against heavy balls and mashing his nose against warm pubic hair. Soft flesh rolled against his tongue as he opened his mouth, taking all of Fon's flaccid cock, and felt like he could see stars. It tasted even better than he imagined. Salty, musky, with a hint of bitterness, coating every inch of his tongue as it corkscrewed around the awakening length.

A confused moan left Fon's mouth as he was coaxed to hardness, more of his shaft appearing from Xilan's mouth as the boy tried his best to keep the dripping head past his lips. Soon, his squirming stopped, his legs shaking, and his eyes rolling upward. "Xi-Xil-" Cut off by a moan, he thrust, his shaft smearing against Xilan's unfurling tongue as eager lips peeled back his foreskin to clean the ridge of his cockhead.

Twisting his tongue around that eager cock, Xilan granted it entrance into his throat, taking greedy huffs of Fon's musk. The deeper that shaft went, the harder it was to see Fon's expression, but he willingly made that sacrifice, his lips cradling the base while the hunter's cock pulsed in his throat. Experiencing this moment caused him to forget about his surroundings, his hands gripping muscular thighs as he worked eagerly for Fon's seed.

"That's it. Harder." Cooing as he watched, Masaru took hold of Xilan's hair, guiding him up and down Fon's cock with speeding thrusts that threatened to gag the inexperienced boy. "Force him to submit to you. His cock is yours; act like it."

Mashing his lips against the base of Fon's shaft, guided by Masaru's demanding paws, Xilan lost himself to the wet sounds that every long stroke squeezed from his throat, the sheen of wetness on tanned skin refreshed by every swirl of his unnaturally long tongue. Masaru's transformation proved more than worth the adjustment, allowing him to show Fon's member exactly how much he loved its pulsing weight. Heavy, churning balls, softened by his attention, drew up as he pulled back to the head, and he swore he could feel the tide barely held back, ready to fill his throat.

Sure enough, Xilan felt Fon's cock buck, accompanied by a moan that pierced through his lusty fog, bringing a sympathetic surge to his unattended cock as the first gooey shot filled him to the brim, choking him with its volume. Seed squirted from his nose as Fon's hips pushed up, sheathing himself to the root, and he felt Masaru's paw clench, dragging him along the sensitive shaft and wringing begging, increasingly high-pitched noises from Fon's throat.

Again and again, Xilan nearly drowned in Fon's excessive orgasms, going limp as his air-starved brain focused on nothing but the squirming man's desperation. Hard-won breaths barely pushed past the cum choking him, but he felt nothing but pleasure, his stomach filling with sticky warmth and his vision glazing over. ?

"Please. No more. I can't-" Fon's voice, begging but far away, muted as though heard through a wall, or a veil of water, drifted from above, accompanied by a chuckling growl as the paw on Xilan's head finally let go, leaving the limp boy to suckle at Fon's still-hard shaft.

"Look very closely." Masaru's voice, heavy with a hypnotic, arcane quality that multiplied his authority, was crystal clear, despite Xilan's foggy, cum-coated senses. "You want him, don't you?" As Xilan pulled back, desperate for a breath despite how right Fon's cock felt inside his throat, he noticed the demon fox's sneering muzzle, eyes glowing, staring down at him. Fon seemed as though he was in a trance, his jaw slack and his eyes faintly glowing. "You belong to him. You wanted him from the moment you saw him, and you don't care who knows it."

"Xilan. Yes. I've never wanted anyone else." Agreeing with the fox, Fon spoke the words that Xilan always wanted to hear, reaching out a calloused hand to cup the boy's cheek, his cockhead still rolling against Xilan's lapping tongue. "Mine." He breathed with a look that made Xilan blush, his voice full of wonder. "Mine. Forever." He spoke as the grip holding him loosened, his muscles flexing as he pulled Xilan up along his sweat-coated body.

As Fon's bewitched hands moved downward, pulling Xilan into his lap and forcing that overworked cock up against his hole, still slick from the puddle of fox cum he lay in moments before, Xilan lost himself to the sensation of being taken. Barely registering the creak of the door and the absence of the fox that made it all possible, he buried his face in Fon's neck, begging for every heavy thrust.

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Months later, Xilan kneeled before a portly man, bobbing his head in an unmistakable rhythm. He'd grown skilled with his mouth, and despite the meager size in his mouth, he gave every inch a thorough tongue bath, his hands teasing sagging balls. Soon enough, he received his reward, letting the man's cock buck and release its payload into his sealed lips.

"F-Fuck. I have no idea how you do that. Your tongue feels like it's longer than my arm." The oily man panted, tucking his cock back into his slacks and pressing a sack of coins into Xilan's hand, sagging against a nearby hay bale and closing his eyes to bask in the exhausted afterglow. Soft snoring soon followed, serving as Xilan's cue to leave.

Pulling his brimmed hat down to cover his face as he made his way back to his wagon, he hopped into the back, still pursing his lips so he wouldn't spill a drop. A figure shuffled in the dark, covered in a thick, comfortably warm blanket, and enfolded him in its embrace, pressing soft, warm lips to his. Heated bare flesh welcomed him, and eager hands pulled at his clothes, releasing his manhood to meet a steely spire in a dueling dance.

"You don't have to feed me, you know." Licking away the silvery slickness of mortal essence, Fon pressed his forehead against Xilan's, his pointed, rust-colored ears twitching and glowing crystal blue eyes unable to look away from his young lover's. "We can share our prey." A mixture of vulpine features and small patches of smooth human skin covered his bare body, growing more fur by the second as he digested his meal. From the look of him, he only needed one or two more feedings before he finished his transformation.

"It's more fun this way." Reaching over to drop the heavy canvass separating them from the rest of the bustling street life around them, Xilan shivered. Letting his human form shimmer away into burnt-orange fur, fangs, and glowing green eyes, he guided Fon's awakening cock between furred cheeks. Nuzzling its pointed tip against his hole, he sighed happily, trailing his tongue over the former hunter's neck. "You're mine forever. Might as well take our time."