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Second Encounter with the Heartbroken Lonely Mom

A farm. A husband. A wife. Four children. A happy family. A death. Depression. And the tree that overlooked it all.

Trrriiiiicccccckklllleeeee!

The sound of flowing water echoed all around her, bouncing from one glass wall to the other before ringing into her ears. The flowers within – all different species and colors – swayed gently in the still air, while the water falling from above soaked into their petals and soil. It was all so beautiful, so symphonic, yet so quiet. When she sat here, she felt at peace.

Peace. What an odd word. She often longed for peace, whether it be something impossible like generic world peace, or something more realistic yet no less difficult to obtain, like peace of mind. Both eluded her, but only one grew harder and harder to come by following the death of her husband.

She always had a green thumb. Even when she was a much younger woman, her skills in flora and vegetation were nothing to scoff at. Whatever flower of whatever genus you needed, she could grow it. Just give her the seeds, and she'd produce for you a beautiful blossom the likes of which you'd never seen. She'd cultivate the flower, raise the flower, dutifully check on the flower every morning and every night. In a way, she was almost like that flower's mother. If that's the case, then she didn't have four children, she had thousands.

Of course, she'd never say something so outlandish. She was just a vixen. Yes, just a vixen... just a vixen with nine tails. A mature woman with gilded yellow eyes, her fur was white and gray, showing her age. But if you think she was old, you'd be sorely mistaken. 'Aged' does not mean 'old', and certainly not in her case. She was older, yes, but her age was refined, elegant and mature; like a duchess. The way she carried herself only amplified this feeling, with her perfect posture, and her elegant way of walking. The sway of her hips, the flow of her nine tails, even the slight way her arms and fingers moved; it was all flawless.

Wearing an elegant and form-fitting sundress with an apron tied around her thin waist, the mature vixen pulled out a gardening shear. Before her was a tray of soil, one separate from the other trays containing all the other flowers around it. And in this single tray – in this single patch of moist dirt – was a single flower.

It was a Canterbury bell... a white Canterbury bell. Its petals glistened from the water droplets upon it, while sunlight poured from above. Drawing over her gardening shears, the vixen began shredding off any extra vines or petals along the flower's stem, taming it into something more manageable. It couldn't be wild and unruly; it needed to be perfect. This wasn't for her, nor was it for a client, but for him.

Would he understand the importance of this flower? Would he appreciate its true value? Probably not, at least, nothing for what the flower itself did. But she knew he would cherish this flower. She knew he would love this flower. She knew he would protect this flower with every fiber of his being. Why? Not because he loved the flower itself... but because he loved her. He loved her so very much.

That's why this flower couldn't just be okay, good, or even amazing. No. This flower needed to be perfect. The perfect flower... for the perfect young man.

“Tyler...”

…

“Sniff... sniff sniff... sniff sniff sniff... snniiiiffff...! Mmm... bacon...”

Brown eyes shot open. Groggily they gazed around the octagonal bedroom he was in, staring not upon the walls of his paltry apartment, but instead the elegant and wealthy walls of high society. The architecture was rich with style, with its arched walls, gilded window sills and bars, as well as its burgundy curtains. And in the center of it was its glorious bed, of which he was awakening in.

He leaned up on the mattress he awoke on. A young man, dark of skin, black of hair, brown of eyes, lithe of body... and a bit short of stature! Wearing a nightshirt and night pants, he sat upright on the bed, and ran his hand through his curly black locks. He was dressed? He could have sworn he went to bed naked last night for a specific reason. Oh. No. Wait. He had been doing a lot of studying, so he didn't have much time to 'perform'.

Fortunately, she didn't mind.

Tyler Monroe was his name. Many months ago during the autumnal season, he had the misfortune to get lost in the city of Bellcrest while trying to get home. To his benefit however, straying from the correct path led him to the home of a beautiful nine tailed fox. Her name was Juri Doherty... and she was the future love of his life.

A lost young man. A sad widower. A rainy night. It was only natural that something happened between them.

That something led to many dates... and many nights of passion. But just because he had a beautiful and mature vixen waiting on him, did not mean Tyler lost sight of what was important in life. He still had college classes to attend to, and a future in psychology to work towards. So while he would love to spend every night tangled in the body of his lover, he had to be mature, and work on his studies. Thankfully, she was a positive influence on him.

And she... was cooking breakfast.

With his arms stretched out and a yawn leaving his gaping maw, Tyler got to his feet and walked away from the bed. Nearby was a desk... one with all of his studying materials resting on its surface. His satchel was resting on the chair next to the desk, while various textbooks sat on its smooth, mahogany surface, and various notes had been scrawled about with pencils and pens.

Right, he remembered more of what happened last night. He came here after classes, and only planned on spending a few hours with Juri before returning to his apartment. But sitting and talking with the voluptuous vixen led to them having lunch together. Lunch led to him sleeping on the couch with his head on her lap; he was really drained after all those classes, buses and whatnot. That sleep led to him waking up and having dinner with Juri. And, well, after dinner, he might as well stay, right? What's the point in heading home at night when he could spend his time here?

So he stayed. That wasn't too much of a problem; the vixen was kind enough to let him use her desk.

Under the light of her lamp, he consulted with his textbooks, read over his various notes, and answered the various essay prompts given to him by his college professors. All the while, Juri rested on the bed, watching him study with those beautiful golden eyes of hers. There were plenty of times where he wanted her to come over and touch him, kiss him, and guide him back to the bed. But she didn't... because she knew how important this was to him.

All throughout the night he worked and studied, not stopping until he feared his eyes would fall out and his fingers would turn to dust. He didn't even bother closing his textbooks when he finished! Instead, he stood up, walked over towards the bed like a zombie, and fell into Juri's awaiting arms. After that was darkness.

But now there was light as the morning sun poured through the windows. Turning to face the exit to the bedroom, he walked to it as he gave another yawn. The smell of breakfast food grew stronger when he exited, and that groggy morning frown of his turned into a smile. Coming downstairs, he approached the kitchen, where through the entryway he could see those nine tails of hers swaying hypnotically.

His footsteps grew slow as he shifted to his tiptoes... though he was sure this was pointless. She was a beastkin, and a kitsune at that; her auditory skills were incredibly strong! She probably heard him the moment he woke up! And yet, that didn't stop Tyler from silently creeping up on her with this mischievous smile on his lips... and his arms stretched out.

“GOTCHA!”

CLANG!

“Whoa!? Aah! T-Tyler!?”

Or... maybe he overestimated her ears!

Tyler's arms wrapped around the vixen's thin waist, embracing her tightly from behind. His chest pressed to her back and chin rested on her shoulder, while she leaned forward slightly. Before her was a cooking stove with a burning pot, only for this amorous young man to nearly knock her over! She let out a deep breath... before turning to face him with a spatula in hand.

Juri Doherty: The love of his life. And, no, the fact that she was old enough to be his mother did not matter in the least bit. Everything Tyler was, she was the opposite. He was a human. She was a vixen. He had dark skin and black hair. She had white fur and silver hair. His eyes were a deep brown. Her eyes were a golden yellow. He was a bit on the short end. She was tall and voluptuous. He was a young man. She was... no... you would not call her 'old' or anything even close to as disparaging. She was mature... refined... elegant... beautiful.

Juri was perfect.

“Tyler...” she muttered... before raising her spatula and--

Smack!

“Ah!?”

“You naughty boy!” she shouted after her swat forced him back, “How many times do I have to tell you not to hug me from behind while I'm cooking! What? Do you want me to burn myself?”

“Heh heh...! S-sorry, Juri,” he apologized sheepishly whilst pulling back.

Eyes closed and chest puffed up, the voluptuous vixen gave a frustrated huff. Her stance was haughty, her head and nose stuck up in this prideful pose that would make any lesser man shrink... but not Tyler. When he looked up at the vixen, watching her sway her spatula around as she shook her head in displeasure, he felt that overwhelming sense of love return.

Juri was unlike any woman he had ever met... and unlike any woman he would ever meet. Her elegance gifted her the aura of a noble duchess, and she owned that presence. Even while wearing this shimmering nightgown and apron while wagging her spatula, she exuded style and class... and Tyler basked in it.

“Apologies will get you nowhere, Tyler,” said the vixen as she opened her eyes and put her fists on her hips, “Almost every morning while I'm cooking, you come and give me an embrace...” she then glanced to the side, her cheeks turning red with slight embarrassment, “Not to say I dislike your hugs... but...” she looked back, “Please, behave yourself until after breakfast is ready.”

“I promise, Juri... I'll try not to hug you from behind anymore while you're cooking.”

“Not 'try'! Just do it!”

He laughed at her response, his tone both playful and sheepish. It was a boyish laugh... it was a charming laugh... and it was a laugh that caused Juri to sigh in an airy manner. While she tried to remain indignant, she couldn't help but to feel captivated by his chortle, causing this shaky smile to appear on her lips.

“Oh Tyler...” she said as she leaned forward... causing him to do likewise.

Their lips pursed, the two traded a kiss. It was soft and chaste – just lips on lips – yet it said more in body language than words ever could. The love they had for one another was strong even through this simple peck, and caused both of them to feel rejuvenated with warmth and life.

“Chu! Okay,” said Juri as she pulled back, before pointing towards the dining room, “Go and sit, Tyler. Breakfast will be ready shortly.”

Nodding, the young man pulled back, while the vixen sat there with her cheeks still red. He exited out into the dining room, which – like the rest of her home – was elegant and refined. A long floral table sat in the middle, with six chairs resting around it, and windows that let them gaze out upon her backyard.

His hands behind his back, Tyler gazed upon the various pieces of furniture within the dining room. From the tables to the shelves... to the display case containing various framed photos. Juri wasn't just a mature vixen; she was a mother to four beautiful children: two boys, two girls. And Tyler had met none of them. He knew their names – Juri had spoken of her children plenty of times – but he had yet to meet any of them.

On one hand, he understood why. They've only been dating for seven or so months now; perhaps meeting her children would have been too big a jump. Was he even ready to meet her children? They were actually older than he was! That meeting's going to be awkward whenever it happens!

On the other hand...

He knew why she really hadn't introduced him to her children yet. While he was sure she was afraid of their response considering how taboo it is to be dating a man so much younger than her, he also knew that wasn't the biggest reason why they hadn't met yet. No. The biggest reason why had nothing to do with age differences or anything like that. It had to do with him.

Benedict Doherty: Juri's late husband.

He was a canidae, much like Juri. Unlike Juri, he appeared more... plain. That's not to be disrespectful; that's more an observation of how different they were. The vixen was a nine tailed kitsune: a genetic mutation that made her unique from the very depths of her blood. It matched with her personality, which was graceful and refined like a true queen.

And then there was Benedict. Tyler didn't know much about him; Juri didn't speak of him often... if at all. Maybe she knew bringing up her late husband would only turn away her new lover... or – more likely – make her feel upset. It gave him an air of mystery which Tyler could only unearth the most basic information of.

He knew Benedict was a hound of some sort, but he couldn't really tell what kind of hound. In these photos of his younger self, he had a pointed and angular head, not unlike an Alaskan Malamute or a Siberian Husky. But his pelt wasn't the correct shade of white and black, being more brown. His ears also weren't the pointed ears one would suspect of one of those breeds, instead being long and floppy, like a beagle or a cocker spaniel. Maybe he was a mix between some kind of husky and a bloodhound?

What he may have lacked in specific features, he more than made up for in stature. Benedict in his prime was a large man. In this photo Tyler was looking at, he saw a canine beastkin with a big and burly body. Thick arms, a broad chest, powerful legs, all while he wore these overalls that gave him the air of a masculine farmer. Couple that with the smile he wore, and one could easily understand the vibe of Benedict even though he was no longer here.

He was a strong man... a proud man... a charming man. He was probably the kind of man who would help anyone who asked for it. He was probably the kind of man who had a joke for every occasion. He was probably the kind of man who was always reliable, no matter what. He was probably a man's man. And he was most certainly Juri's man.

Whenever Tyler looked at this photo – brief though it may be – he couldn't help but to feel... lesser. He knew nothing of Benedict, but he must have been an amazing person if Juri hid herself away from relationships for ten years. What was more important? The man who put her into that depression, or the young man who pulled her out of it?

Did he pull her out of it? Tyler was still questioning that. While they've been on plenty of dates and have spent so much time with one another, he wondered if that was enough. Had Juri truly moved on from her late husband? Did she still see herself as just a widow?

Tch. These thoughts came to Tyler more often than he'd care to admit. He could even feel his shoulders slump over as he sighed in frustration. He didn't blame Juri for these thoughts; he blamed himself. Was he being arrogant? Perhaps even possessive? Who was he to think he deserved all of Juri's love to the point that she should forget her late husband? That's terrible.

He felt ashamed of himself... but... he also couldn't shake himself of these feelings. His love for Juri was so great, that he couldn't accept being her... second place.

“Tyler...?” said the vixen as she appeared at the doorway, carrying with her their plates, “Is everything okay?”

He looked away, hiding his face from her. For several short moments he stood there... before turning to face her with that bright and beaming smile on his face.

“Yeah. Everything's okay!” he said as he walked over towards the table, seemingly brushing off his earlier disdain, “I can't wait for your breakfast, Juri. Heh...!”

She smiled at him, her cheeks turning a rosy red and her ears twitching... though she could hear something off in his voice. While she may not be able to hear his creeping footsteps when he's sneaking up on her, she could hear the slightest of reverberations when he spoke. There was something off in her young lover, something he was trying to hide... and something she was all too privy to.

While Tyler sat down at the dining room table and she placed down his plate, her eyes glanced over towards the display case. Specifically, her eyes locked in on that old photo of Benedict taken over two decades ago.

Juri wasn't blind, nor was she a fool. She had long since noticed Tyler's discomfort around the various photos of her late husband she had around the house. He never spoke of it... but the signs were there. And... the kitsune couldn't blame him.

Ever since the beginning, she could feel Benedict's spirit hang over their relationship like some silent specter. Did her husband approve of this? Did he not? Would he feel betrayed knowing that his wife had moved on without him? Would he be happy for her? They took those vows of 'Til death do us part'... but neither side truly believed death would separate them, at least, not until they were old and gray. Now she had to juggle all of these conflicting feelings, and it all made her feel terrible.

Juri truly felt like she was playing with two hearts. The heart of her late husband... and the heart of Tyler.

Tyler...

Ignoring his own heartache, the young man ate his breakfast casually, acting as if nothing was bothering him. And Juri truly appreciated that. He cared about her well-being more than his own, having never asked or done anything that would cause her any unneeded stress. But, in a way, their refusal to confront this was only putting more stress on their relationship.

Something was going to break.

“Juri?” said Tyler, snapping her from her thoughts, “Are you going to eat with me...?”

“Hm... yes... certainly, Tyler...”

…

“So, Juri. Are you going to Lucky's grave this Monday?”

The Amethyst Book Club. In the city of Bellcrest, nothing draws as much curiosity, intrigue, and even fear as the Amethyst Book Club. It is said that the women of this supposed club – composed of Bellcrest's high society – conduct meetings that could alter life in the city as we know it. For the women are often the wives, mothers, and sisters of various businessmen who run the city... if they aren't the businesswomen themselves. So they come to this club to discuss among themselves, making plans like some sinister clique. Plans that may not only change life in Bellcrest, but possibly the country... if not the world.

The reality was much less dramatic. In reality, they were a lot more catty.

“Of course she's not going to Lucky's grave on Monday. She's got that cute little boy toy to entertain.”

The Amethyst Book Club wasn't some secret cabal of the upper crust where they control the world like the Illuminati. No. It was just a book club where a bunch of rich women gather together to trade gossip and act bitchy.

She missed the days where they really were just a book club.

The voluptuous vixen looked up, gazing away from the cup of tea that steamed in her hands. She sat in the center of a library, one with rows upon rows upon rows of books surrounding her. Old books. New books. All of which were neatly squared away.

She wasn't alone however. While she sat on a chair, in front of her, lounging on a couch with a small coffee table separating them, was another woman around her age. She laid on the couch, wearing a beautiful yellow sundress while she lazily swirled her wine cup around in hand. A human woman, she had lavishly done blonde hair, painted red nails, and copious amounts of makeup on like she was about to head out today.

She also may or may not have been a bit tipsy. That was her fourth cup of wine. Something must be going on at home with her son... again.

To Juri's left, sitting on a chair with an eyebrow raised was an equine woman. She wasn't tipsy like the human woman, but showed more than a passing curiosity towards the vixen's relationship status. Much like the blonde – and much like Juri herself – she was wearing clothes that gave her this aristocratic air, being a dark blue in color. Her mane was long and brown but tied back into a bun, one covered by her floral bonnet.

And last, but certainly not least, there was the woman to Juri's right. She sat at the largest chair of the library, giving her this inescapable presence. An avian woman – specifically a raven – she had a black plumage, an elegantly curved beak, and these piercing purple eyes. She also carried between her two fingers an elegant and long stick of tobacco, one she casually wafted on, before spewing smog from her nostrils.

This was the Amethyst Book Club: Lady Delilah, the human woman, Mrs. Tabitha, the mare, and Mistress Sabrina, the raven. And, of course, Juri herself... who appeared to be the center of today's discussion.

“Please, Delilah... would you leave it be...?” said the vixen as she dismissively waved her hand, “I'd rather like it if you didn't bring up Tyler every book club...”

“Oh...? Tyler's his name?” said Tabitha, causing Juri's eyes to widen.

Oh no! She said his name! All these months, and it was now that she had a slip up? What is her problem?

“Tyler is such a lovely sounding name,” said Delilah as she took another sip of her wine glass, before sitting up on the couch, “We were wondering when you would introduce him to us. That's the first man I've seen you spend time with since Lucky died.”

“I... hnnn...” Juri mumbled as she palmed her head, “Please, could we drop this conversation about my relationship? That is... not important here...”

“Then when will it be?” asked Sabrina as she took another puff of her cigarette stick, “You and your boy toy have not been shy about your relationship, dare I say. It is as if every weekday, we see him come to your house, where you greet him. Sometimes, he only stays for a few hours before leaving out through your backyard. Most of the time, he stays all day long. Sometimes you leave for dates. Most of the time, you don't.”

“What? Have you three been spying on me all this time?” growled Juri with obvious annoyance.

“It's not like you've been trying to hide it,” Tabitha answered, “Whenever that boy toy of yours – Tyler, was it? - shows up, I swear, the lights in your house stay on alllll niiiigghhht loooonnng. And when they do go out – if they go out – it's usually around... what? 2 AM? 3 AM? Ufufufufufufu! I guess I'm not too surprised. He's a young man. He looks young enough to be your son! He must have infinite energy. Hmm...”

“It's... ah... it's nothing like that...” said Juri defensively as she looked to the side, “Tyler and I...! We... he and I... we just...”

“What? Talk?” muttered Delilah incredulously, “I know boys these days are different from the men of our age, but I doubt any boy is going to visit a woman as old as you almost every day just to 'talk'. Unless those 'talks' are a lot more... ehehehe... well...” she took a sip of her wine, “You know...!”

“Are you trying to imply something about me, Delilah?” Juri growled, her ears and tails sticking up on end.

“No one's implying anything about you, Juri,” Sabrina answered whilst gazing at the kitsune, “Quite the opposite...” and a smile spread on her beak, “I'd say we're happy for you. Lucky was a good man, if not an amazing one. He treated you and your children with the love and respect you all deserve. But Lucky died ten years ago. We all know you loved him with all of your heart, but that's no excuse to lock yourself away in your house for as long as you have, especially since your children have long since left the nest. So this young man... Tyler... ufda... I'm happy you met him. Even if the difference in your age is somewhat on the extreme end. But what can I say? You've always been somewhat of a maverick when it comes to your romance life. Why would dating a young human boy be any different?”

Juri opened her mouth to make some sort of retort... but she couldn't. Instead she palmed her head and groaned. Sabrina was right; Juri's choice of partners was always unique when it came to her contemporaries. They were all affluent already, and married equally as affluent partners, resulting in even bigger, wealthier families.

But Juri didn't.

Before she was known as Juri Doherty, she was known as Juri Harebell. With two older siblings and two younger ones, she was the middle child of the Harebell family. Their family were textile merchants, ones with factories all over the world. For centuries – yes, centuries – the Harebell family have ferried textiles and fabrics all around the world, building a fortune that was larger than some nations' reserves.

So when it came time to marry, it was expected that she'd marry someone of equal status to her. Perhaps a doctor, or a politician, or a CEO of some sort. Her siblings did... but Juri didn't. She wasn't wooed by some young man from a rich family, or an older man who owned several businesses. No. She was wooed by this farmer who had a knack of being incredibly--

“Lucky...”

“Hm? Did you say something, Juri?” asked Delilah as she gazed at the vixen.

“N-no... I didn't...” she lied with a shake of her head, “Listen... I'd... I'd rather like it if we didn't discuss my love life. What goes on between Tyler and I behind the walls of my home, are between the two of us, and the two of us alone. I'd like it if you did not try to delve any further.”

She may have been shaky at first, but her voice soon grew stern, and she straightened up. Gazing at her fellow noblewomen, she garnered nods from them... save for Sabrina. Tipping her head back, the raven took another heavy puff of her cigarette, before splitting her beak apart to let out her toxic smog.

“Juri,” she said whilst lifting an eyebrow, “I will not pry any further into the romantic life between you and this young man. Perhaps he is only a mere toy for you to unleash your sexual desires, and if that is the case, then so be it. You will not be the first woman in the neighborhood who is serving as a 'sugar momma'. However... I hope your love for Lucky is not negatively impacting your current relationship. If this Tyler boy is giving 100% on his side of things, I think it would be rather insulting if you gave anything less than 100% in return.”

Juri opened her mouth to speak... but she couldn't say anything. Again, Sabrina was right. Tyler was giving 100% in their relationship, while the vixen dragged her feet behind. That feeling of being tugged between two places made it difficult for her to choose. Who should she stay devoted to? The man who gave her four wonderful children, and someone who she missed everyday? Or the young man who was with her now, and could give her a marvelous future?

The past? Or the future?

“Haaaah... are we going to actually discuss any books today...?” Juri muttered dismissively as she pulled her teacup to her lips.

Head tipped back, she took a sip of her drink and attempted to brush aside these thoughts from her head... only to fail.

A collision was coming ahead, and she couldn't avoid it. If Juri wanted to live any sort of life, she couldn't do so in Lucky's shadow.

There were words Tyler said to her when their relationship first started. That sunny morning following their amazing tryst, where they spent the night entangled in each others' bodies. He looked up to her with those lovely brown eyes of his, and made a promise he kept without hesitation.

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

And she replied with...

Then... stay with me forever, Tyler.

How could she make such a request, when she couldn't uphold her own end?

…

Juri didn't remember much after she left the book club. She was so chafed following their meeting, that reality seemed to blur by. She couldn't remember much about what they spoke about, be it more gossip, or if they actually talked about any books.

Crazy, I know.

All she knew now was that she had returned to her home. The spring sun hung overhead, illuminating the neighborhood and the garden of wonderful flowers she cultivated in her front yard. But even all of their colors failed to bring a smile to Juri's face.

She was tense, her teeth clenched and eyes closed. Face twisted into this visage of annoyance and frustration, a part of her even wanted to shout out to the heavens! But, no, she kept her cool as she closed the front gates behind her, and started walking home. Entering inside however, her yellow eyes opened up and she walked to the living room. There, sitting on a small shelf across the room was--

“YOU!”

A photo of Lucky.

Face in a scowl, Juri marched up to that photo of her husband, picked it up from off the shelf, and began shaking it.

“THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!!!” she shouted, her voice ringing through her home, “DARN IT, LUCKY! WHY DID YOU HAVE TO...! TO...! TO...! AAHH...” her face grew long, her lips trembling, her eyes quivering, and her body slumping over, “Why did you have to die...?”

It had been a while since she's had an outburst like this. There were times in the past when she woke up crying because she had a dream about her late husband. They occurred more commonly following his death, but she thought she had a grasp on them in the time since. But now, it felt like Lucky had only died a few months ago, not ten years ago. Those emotions were swelling within her chest, causing her nine tails to sway in alternating movements, while tears started bubbling in her eyes.

With one hand rubbing her face to clean those tears, her other hand shakily placed that photo back on its shelf. Trembles ruminated through Juri's body as she retreated to the couch, sitting upon its plush seats. Occasionally, she stole glances at that photo of her late husband, only to growl and gaze back down.

“Is it so wrong of me...” she whispered, “To long for another? Is it...? Tyler... he makes me so happy... I...”

Juri looked up again, where she gazed at that photo of Lucky. Standing up, she walked over towards the faded picture... before bringing her eyes towards the photo next to it. This photo wasn't of Lucky, herself, or anyone. This photo was of a place. This photo was of a tree.

It sat on a hill, and overlooked what appeared to be fields. Placing her hand on the photo, Juri gently stroked her hand down it... before closing her eyes and tipping back her head. With a deep breath, she thought about the past which happened so many years ago... and the future ahead which seemed endless. But she couldn't go into the future before closing the book to the past. And there was only one way she could do such a thing.

She needed help. She needed...

Tap... Tap... Tap...

“Tyler...?”

Juri looked over towards the entrance to the living room. Standing there, his satchel hung around his shoulders as he wore slacks and a short-sleeve shirt, was Tyler. He stared at her, a look of concern in his eyes. She looked back... before staring down and away in embarrassment and shame. Here she was, pining over a dead man, while her young lover stood there. She felt so ashamed.

But Tyler didn't say a word. Instead, he walked closer to the vixen. Removing the satchel from his shoulders and dropping it on the couch, he approached her, then came to a stop. For a few seconds he stood there, the both of them being silent. But then – without warning...

Hug!

“Hmmff!”

He embraced her.

Juri tensed up as her young lover wrapped his arms around her waist, and pressed his head between her breasts. His hug was tight, and warm, and filled with so much love. She hesitated at first... but soon raised her hands, and placed them on his shoulders. With a tight squeeze of her own, she hugged Tyler back with equal strength.

In the middle of the living room, they continued hugging one another. Juri could feel her once aching heart begin to calm, and even the frown on her lips shifted into this melting smile. When she closed her eyes, she blocked out the rest of the world, allowing her to focus on only the young man in her arms.

But then her yellow eyes reopened and she glanced to the side. That photo of Lucky was still there, smiling at them. Again, Juri felt the pangs of pain ricochet in her heart... before taking in a deep breath. Swallowing that lump in her throat, she replaced her sadness with resolve, and gazed back towards her lover.

“Tyler...” she whispered, causing him to pull his head away from her chest.

“Juri,” he replied, “Everything is okay, right? If something was wrong... you'd tell me, right?”

“I...”

She paused for a moment, cutting herself short. In this moment as he looked up at her with those determined brown eyes of his, Juri felt a stirring of emotions within. They rose up, causing recent memories to replay in her head as well. There was Tyler's disdain earlier that morning when he saw that photo of Lucky, as well as Sabrina's words earlier.

If this Tyler boy is giving 100% on his side of things, I think it would be rather insulting if you gave anything less than 100% in return.

She was right. Well... no more.

“Tyler...” said the vixen as she placed her hands on his cheeks, framing his face with her own, “May I... ask a request of you?”

“A... request...?” he repeated, before nodding, “O-of course! Is something wrong?”

“No. I just... I want to... I want to share something with you,” she answered, “But... it won't be ready until Monday. So... on Monday morning... will you go with me somewhere?”

“M-Monday...?”

Tyler's eyes grew wide. Monday... was a very important day for Juri. They tended to spend as many days as they could with one another, but Mondays were different. Mondays were the days where she left for somewhere important. She never told him where she went on Monday... but he didn't need to be told to know what she was doing.

It was on Mondays where she visited Benedict's grave.

Tyler stiffened in place for a moment. He didn't know what Juri was planning, but he knew he couldn't turn her down. He could never turn her down.

“Of course,” he said, “Juri... I'd love to go with you somewhere. Anywhere you want to go.”

A smile spread wide on the voluptuous vixen's lips, and she reached her hands down. Clutching Tyler's hands between hers, she raised it up, and placed his palm upon her cheek. Gently she rubbed against him, causing him to rub her back, while watching the smile on her lips grow wider, and the look in her eyes turn alluring.

“Thank you, Tyler...”

…

Today was the day. Today was Monday. Monday morning to be specific, just a little bit past 10 AM. The morning sun had long since risen over Bellcrest, its rays glowing through the city's plethora of raised highways and steel structures. But on this sleepy, empty road next to Memorial Park, a certain young man walked alone towards the backyard of a majestic home in the distance.

Tyler's fingers were trembling. How could they not be trembling? They'd been trembling all night! Fear gripped him, making the young man question if he was ready for whatever it is Juri had planned. Was she really going to take him to Benedict's grave? Was he even ready to face Benedict's grave?

Tyler was studying medical psychology in college, but he still couldn't get a read on the vixen. Perhaps she was hoping this would be the last step to finally moving on past her late husband... but he wasn't sure. The only person who knew what was going to happen was Juri herself; he just had to follow her lead.

Coming to the backyard of her home, he placed his hand upon the gate that barred entry to the premises, where he paused for a moment. Once, twice, thrice, he took a deep breath... fuuuuh... before fishing for the keys in his pocket. But before he could bring them forward...

Eeeeeerrrrrgggg!

The gate slowly swung open on its own. Juri was expecting him.

Stepping inside, Tyler closed and locked the gate behind him, before heading forward. The sleepy nature of the morning air further trapped him with his thoughts as he came to the back door of Juri's home. Again he fished for the keys he had to her home... only to hear a door open up from behind.

Turning around, Tyler's gaze fell on Juri's greenhouse... and Juri herself. The vixen was exiting it while carrying in her hands a box-shaped container of some sort. Wearing an elegant burgundy sundress with a gardening apron tied around her waist, she must have been in that greenhouse for quite some time.

“Hm? Oh! Tyler!” called the mature kitsune as she noticed him standing at her back porch, “You came!”

“What? Did you really think I'd skip out on you?” he replied rather charmingly as he approached her, “Heh heh! Come on, Juri! Give me more credit than that!”

His boisterous and reassuring smile caused the vixen to smile in return. She even perked up, her cheeks turning red as she began to bashfully prod her fingers together. Tyler hadn't seen her make a face like this since the start of their relationship. It was cute... but it was also telling.

Her emotions were in flux.

“So... where are we going?” Tyler asked as his face grew more restrained.

Juri didn't answer him, at least, not verbally. Instead she placed her hands on his shoulders, where she patted down his clothes. He was wearing a white button up shirt and tan slacks... with suspenders that stretched around them, making him look like some dapper businessman. But – in a way – it reminded her of someone else.

No. She wouldn't let that tug her down. She couldn't let that tug her down.

“This way, Tyler,” she said as that smile returned to her cheeks, “We're going to be driving for an hour or so until we get there, which is why I wanted to leave early. This way, we can beat the traffic.”

Tyler nodded... but that didn't answer his question. Where were they going? While he assumed they were going to visit Benedict's grave, that didn't mean he knew where his grave was located. But... that didn't really matter, did it? No, of course not. He'd follow Juri anywhere if she requested him.

Together, they headed towards the garage of her sleepy home. The shutter doors were already up, revealing a tan colored two-seater car, one with a brown hood, and this curvy frame that made it look a few decades old, probably from the 70s. Upon removing the apron tied around her waist and hanging it next to her garage, Juri walked up to the car and opened the door, before turning to face Tyler.

“We usually walk together to our dates,” she commented aloud, “But now I'll be driving with you. Ufufufufu... feels like a reversal of roles.”

“Heh... I wish I had a license,” Tyler remarked, “Then I'd be able to drive you wherever you wanted to go” he then perked up, putting on a strong front, “Okay. That's it. First things first! During this year's summer, I'm going to work on getting my license, just for you.”

“Fufufufufu… you are always so diligent, Tyler.”

As her words rang into his ears, he walked over towards the passenger side of the car and got in, joining Juri on the white leather seats of her car. She smiled at him... brushed her fingers along his face as well... before turning to face the wheel in front of her.

Sliding in her keys and cranking up her car, she caused the gates in front of them to open up, revealing the roads outside.

“It's going to be quite the drive,” Juri stated, “So... get comfortable if you'd like, Tyler.”

“R-right...”

As they took to the roads, Tyler's mind began racing with thoughts. Juri said they'd be driving for about an hour or so, which surprised him. He always thought Benedict was buried close by, being in the city limits of Bellcrest. But if they were going to be driving for an hour, they'd be leaving the city as a whole.

And they did. They drove beyond Bellcrest, eventually reaching Bellton Bridge and passing over it. Tyler gazed at their surroundings, awed as they blurred past them. He had never been on this side of the city before. It was rural, with a large lake resting below them, and forests coming just into view. Bellcrest was a rich city on the cusp of cutting edge technology. To think this rustic countryside existed just beyond a simple bridge.

The further and further away they drove, the more plentiful the forests became. Thick trees mixed with smaller lakes and ponds, while the sounds of Bellcrests cars grew distant. Amazed by what he was seeing, Tyler's mouth hung open, and a silent gasp left his lips. But then his eyes swept over, staring towards Juri.

The voluptuous vixen was tensed up, her yellow eyes locked on the roads in front of them. Right. She had probably seen these roads a hundred, no, a thousand times. She was no longer mesmerized by them, and more focused on their destination. This was the first time in a long time she'd visited Benedict's grave with someone else. To think she was going to do it with her new lover.

Was she feeling anxious? Awkward even? Maybe shameful for trying to move on? Tyler wished he could say something that could alleviate her, but the words failed him. What if he said something, and that made Juri feel worse? He didn't want to think about it.

Instead, Tyler turned around, facing towards the back of the car. It may have been a two door coupe, but there was a small spot in the back where Juri had placed that small container. What was in it? She was holding it when she exited the greenhouse, so did it contain a flower? For who? Benedict? Hm...

Tyler turned again, his eyes again falling on Juri. Even though she was focused on driving, he could see the telltale signs of anxiety rumble through her. The soft trembles through her form, the quivering of her fingers, the way her eyes tightened on the roads; it was like she was fighting back tears. It caused a frown to form on Tyler's face... and drove him to move his hand forward.

Pat...

“Aah...?”

Juri looked down. Resting on her thigh was Tyler's hand. She looked over towards her young lover, where she saw a smile on his face. It was reassuring, loving, kind and sweet. It was the kind of smile that said 'Everything is going to be okay'. Even though Juri was distressed, his touch and that smile caused her to take a deep breath, strengthening her resolve.

Yes. She had to do this. She had been pushing this off for far too long. It wasn't right, not for her, and certainly not for Tyler. If she wanted this relationship of theirs to survive, she needed to do this.

No more procrastinating.

Their vintage car drove for what felt like the world's quickest eternity. All around them, the trees and the forests steadily gave way to open fields. The area were dotted with aged barns that looked to be decades old, with acres of untouched land surrounding them. If the earth could be laid with dust, that's what this area was like.

It was dusty. It was rustic. It was old.

Never had Juri felt more out of place being somewhere, at least in Tyler's eyes. She was a Victorian duchess when it came to her style and grace. Never – not once – was the vixen out of line. She carried herself with a sense of majesty that made her this beautiful and mature idol. So why were they heading out here?

It's not like Tyler had to think much about it.

Those old photos of Benedict spoke a thousand words. With his brawny appearance and his blue overalls, he was clearly a hardworking farmer. Perhaps then he wasn't buried out in Bellcrest, but instead buried out here, closer to his farm. Buried in this rustic town that was so small, it probably didn't sit on a map.

Welcome to Peppersville, said the dusty sign they passed.

Around them were only a few buildings. The mayor's office was probably the largest, followed next by the outlet strip containing several storefronts, such as a barbershop, a clothing shop, and a small general store. Everything appeared to be owned not by corporations, but by the town's own populace.

Said populace appeared to be small and old. There weren't many people around Tyler's age walking around. This was only amplified by the number of cars around, which all appeared to be from the early 2000s at the latest. He saw several cars from the 90s, and even a few more from the 80s. It was like he was stepping backwards in time.

“What is this place...?” asked Tyler as they silently drove through the rustic town.

“Peppersville,” Juri answered, “I know this may sound surprising considering what you know about me, but... I used to call this place my home,” they turned a corner, “My eldest children used to ride up and down these roads on their bikes, and get into all sorts of trouble in the surrounding lands and creeks. My younger two... well... they didn't stay here much longer before we had to move following their father's death.”

“Hm...”

Tyler's eyes traveled along Juri again, reading the slight signs in her body. The way she looked around, the sighs that left her lips, even how she squeezed her steering wheel; it was like she was replaying memories in her head. How did this feel then as she drove through these streets with her new lover?

He wished he could've said something that could help her, but again, he feared opening his mouth would only cause her more distress. Ugh. What did that say of him? His lover was sitting here, suffering, and all he could do was be silent for fear that he'd only further stress her out. He should've known by now the way Juri was.

No. He just needed to be patient. The time would present itself, and he'd know what to do.

Their driving eventually guided them back towards the outskirts of Peppersville. Tyler saw more farms and barns, more dusty fields, even a small and humble church next to a small and humble school. All of them were empty and silent.

Hm. Did Juri's children learn at that school? Did they work in these fields? Did she marry Benedict at that church? All these questions and more raced through Tyler's mind... while the car they were in took to a dusty dirt road.

The car rattled beneath them as Tyler looked forward. Ahead there was a dusty farm, one with a creaking barn in the back, a rusty windmill, several derelict stalls for things like livestock, and near endless fields of unkempt vegetation.

This land had long since been reclaimed by nature. It looked juuuuuuust maintained enough for someone to stay in for a day or two, but no more. When they parked outside of the home, Tyler felt a weight befall him, and he looked over.

“Juri...” he whispered... but she didn't answer.

Together, the both of them exited the car, with the kitsune picking up that small container she brought with them. A strong breeze traveled through the air, ruffling their hairs and clothing, while the land around them whistled and sang. Again, Tyler looked at Juri, and again, the vixen looked away.

“Let's... keep going...” she whispered whilst clutching that container closer.

Tyler didn't know where she was leading him, but he followed along regardless. Together, the young man and his mature lover walked through the silent farm. He looked around, wondering about the hundreds if not millions of memories formed at this location. Juri meanwhile remained completely focused, with only a few trembles serving as windows to her inner emotions.

In the distance, there was a hill. It broke up the silent fields of the dusty farmlands, as it was rather large. Sitting upon the grassy knoll, seemingly untouched by time, was a tree. It was a big and healthy tree, with luscious green canopies, and strong roots growing through the ground. There was also a well worn path that led up to it, having been formed by many footsteps throughout the years.

And now, Tyler was among them.

He traveled behind Juri, following her up to the tree. From side to side her hips swayed, while her nine tails remained pointed down. The anxieties she was suffering throughout the morning had reached their absolute zenith now, but be it through her own sheer willpower, or his comforting presence, she remained strong.

As they arrived at the tree, Juri paused and looked up. Her nine tails had stopped moving, and she closed her eyes shut. Standing here, the kitsune allowed the wind to blow along her, coaxing a deep breath from within.

“Tyler...” she whispered.

He walked up next to her, and reached over to gently tug on her fingers. Hesitant at first, Juri softly pushed her fingers through his, interlocking their hands together. Turning, the voluptuous vixen wore this restrained frown on her lips, while her yellow eyes began to quiver.

“This was our favorite tree,” said Juri as she turned around to face the farm from this vantage point, “All of us; the entire Doherty family loved this tree. Benedict, Junior, Carol, Ava, Darin, and I... we all spent so much time under this tree together. We'd sit under it... and just gaze out over Peppersville together.”

With a deep breath, Juri sat back, sitting on the ground with her back up to the tree behind her. Clutching close the container in her hands, she longingly gazed upon the ranch before her, wearing this forlorn face as she did so. But then Tyler sat next to her, moving close to the point that his hip pressed against hers.

She looked over. He was smiling up at her.

Tyler didn't understand it – he may never understand it – but he was this endless fountain of support to the vixen. She had long since closed her heart off to the world, content to waste away in her home until the day she died. But through complete happenstance, this young man got to her home and befriended her.

And then made love to her.

How would life have gone if that didn't happen? What would have happened if the wind didn't pick up that fateful autumn day? Or if he had hidden himself behind someone else's walls to escape the weather? Or what if she was just a little late coming home that day, and he left before she arrived? It was something so small, something so inconsequential, that even the slightest change could have irrevocably changed everything!

Him missing his bus. The wind picking up. Her returning home right on time. Even him going to college for psychology felt so perfect. It's as if – for this one moment – all of life perfectly aligned for them to meet... and eventually fall in love.

Yes. That's true. She loved Tyler. She loved Tyler so much. And not some simple love, nor the love of a close friend, or even the desire of an erotic partner... though she certainly felt all of those towards him as well! No, she felt true, romantic love for him. It was a feeling she hadn't experienced in a long time; a feeling she thought she'd never feel again following Lucky's death.

Lucky...

And that's what made this so hard. Was it right for a person to fall in love again? Was it right for a person to move on? Was it right for her to move on? She already knew the answer Tyler would give.

Yes.

Becoming more affirmative, the young man reached up and placed his hand upon her cheek. Gently he clutched it, squeezing the palm of his hand upon her face, and causing her to nuzzle against him. Her yellow eyes – so bright and gold – peered into his brown eyes, while her cheeks turned a red color, and her lips shifted into a bashful smile. As the wind stirred and flowed around them, the two lovers moved in, their lips pursed. Together, they met in a kiss against the tree, a kiss they held for several long seconds.

Juri hummed against Tyler as his taste filled her.. and imbued her with strength. Perking up more, the vixen leaned over on her lover, deepening the kiss as her tongue pushed into his maw. Together, they were swept up into this familiar dance of tongues, as they tasted from each other... and moaned.

Pop!

“Aaaah~”

Juri's eyes were lidded, hazy with love and lust when their lips parted. Tyler's were likewise as the two sat there and breathed the same air. Moving in closer, the two lovers embraced one another and their noses touched.

“Tyler,” the voluptuous vixen whispered as their hot breathing shifted into erotic panting, “There's... there's something I want to give you.”

“Is it in the container...?” he asked as he wrapped his hand around her waist, squeezing her tight.

“Hmph~ Yes. Yes it is...”

Reaching down between them, Tyler picked up the container, held it tight in his hand... then moved over to place it aside.

“I think it can wait...” he whispered, “Nmmff.”

“Hmm~”

Their hands gripping each others' bodies, the two lovers once again met in a kiss. Resting against the tree behind them, their lips rumbled against one another, and their tongues swiveled and swirled. Hungry moans left them as the taste grew greater, and their desires started to swell. Their hands too squeezed and groped at each others' bodies, growing more courageous with each passing second.

Resting further against the tree behind him, Tyler gripped and softly lifted Juri up. He may have been shorter than her to the point that his chin could easily rest on her breasts, but his strength was staggering. He had that youthful vigor to him, and he had no qualms using it to pull the voluptuous vixen upon his lap.

Juri grunted softly, but not once did they break their lips. Quite the opposite; their lip lock grew stronger. Lewd and audible 'Smacks!' echoed from their lips as their kissing quickened, broken occasionally but lustful moans and groans.

The vixen's hands – while at first idle – began to travel upon the sleek body of her young lover, groping along his shoulders, before coming down to his chest. Slipping under the straps of his suspenders, she tugged them up, causing them to slip off their silver buttons, and letting his pants grow loose.

Oh my. Sitting on his lap as she did now, she could already feel that part of his body growing hotter… stiffer. A lump had formed in his trousers, and that lump was starting to grind against her inner thigh. Juri was getting hotter too, something that did not go by unnoticed by her amorous lover beneath her.

Oh heavens... were they actually going to do this? To get so feisty and romantic... out here? They've only ever done it in her home, be it on the bed, or in the living room, or on the stairs, or in the showers, or in the kitchen that one time. But outdoors? Oh, no, never! There was a time where Tyler started to grope her butt in the greenhouse... but they quickly took their fun back in the house to continue.

But now, the house was a bit too far. If they tried walking down there, they wouldn't get halfway down the path before they fell over! Besides, with the way Tyler was gripping her, Juri doubted she'd get far. And that’s not even getting into the fact that the old house had been abandoned for years now. Who knows how dusty it was inside!

Oh well...

Their kissing grew wild and frantic, their tongues visibly grinding against one another as spit and drool was swapped so lustfully. Bringing up her hands, Juri pushed them through her lover's curling hair, gripping him tight. His hungry mouth continued kissing her... until he broke away from her lips. Moving elsewhere, Tyler began dragging his tongue along the kitsune's neck, causing her to tilt her head and moan out to the air around them.

“Oooohh~~~ Oh, Tylleerrr~”

The sundress she wore was burgundy in color, with black edges and frills, and a tight corset in the middle... all while sporting quite the plunging view of her cleavage. As Tyler kissed, licked, and nibbled on her neck, his other hand stroked up her stomach, where it came to her chest. Resting her breast upon his palm, he idling cupped her for a moment, before gripping, squeezing, and lifting Juri's boob up.

“Aaah~! Ooooh~! Oh my~”

As he dined and lapped on her neck, his hand groped her tit around and around in circles. It was so big and so soft, allowing his finger to sink into her chest as he squeezed her. Gritting her teeth, Juri's nostrils began to flair as she panted atop her lover's lap, while her finger curled next to her chin.

“Oh...! You...! Unnhh~ you naughty boy~” she whispered, “T-t-touching an...! Oh~! Touching an old woman like me...! Gghh~! In such a way~”

Tyler merely chuckled, a sound that was muffled by her body. Her? Old? Juri may have been older than him by a few decades, but that didn't make her 'old'. The voluptuous vixen was mature and refined, and he'd never let her forget it!

As he continued kissing her body and groping her breasts, Juri bit into her plump bottom lip. Softly, her hips swayed left and right, grinding against his throbbing erection as it pushed against his trousers. That randy male virility was desperate to come out; he just needed help unleashing it. And, dammit, Juri wanted to let it loose soooooo much.

Slowly she traveled her hand up Tyler's body, undoing the buttons of his top; one by one by one. Revealing his slender chest to the hillside around them, Juri's yellow eyes glowed as she palmed his body.

So young. So strong.

As she groped his chest, Tyler drew away from her neck. Bringing his eyes down, he locked his gaze upon her chest, watching her breasts wobble as she panted for breath. Locked onto her bosom, he pulled both hands up, placing them upon the sides of her breasts. Together, he squeezed and lifted Juri's tits, causing her to straighten up on his lap as she arched her back.

“Ooooh~ Oh heavens~” she moaned, her mature voice ringing through the air.

Eyes closed shut, the voluptuous vixen sat there, basking in Tyler's talented touches. After spending so much time together, he knew just how to grope her, how to squeeze her, how to please her. He pressed together and lifted Juri's tits, squeezing them hard... before pulling back, allowing her tits to fall with an audible--

Plop-Plop!

Her breasts bounced against her chest, wobbling with such succulency, before finally settling to a halt. Once more Tyler lifted his hands... only to stop at the bottom of her breasts. Right there at her cleavage were strings. Tightly woven, they kept Juri's cleavage in check. So after undoing them...

Fwwwwmmp...

Her sundress grew loose upon her shoulders, driving the voluptuous vixen to raise her arms up to her chest. Stopping her bodice from falling over completely, Juri gazed down upon Tyler, who had leaned his head back against the tree behind him. His eyes were glued upon her chest, watching it expand in sync with her every breath. She wasn't wearing a bra... and with how aroused she was, that caused her erect nipples to poke through her sundress' bodice. Tyler grew even more aroused from such a sight, causing this smile to spread on his lips as he looked up towards her.

“Are you... backed up?” he asked, causing his mature lover to glance to the side bashfully.

“This is all your fault, you naughty boy,” Juri lightly scolded, “For years this was not a problem. But ever since you came into my life, I can't stop… hff… lactating... hmm...”

Juri pulled away her arms...

Fwump...

And her sundress dropped around her breasts.

There, before Tyler's eyes, were the vixen's voluptuous breasts. So large, so shapely, and covered in white fur while having such hard pink nipples. Juri's breasts weren't just erotic and big, they were also beautiful. Now free for the whole hillside to see, Tyler took his time to bask in the glory of his lover's body.

His hand gently stroked along her back and hip, rubbing her, and causing her to arch her back more. At the same time, his other hand traveled up her stomach to come to her breasts, where he squeezed into her tit directly.

“Hnnggh~~~”

Juri moaned through gritted teeth, her cheeks turning redder as she felt this heat flow through her body. She knew what Tyler was doing. Around and around he groped her tit, promoting blood flow... and causing those wells of milk within to start rushing. Biting into her plump bottom lip, Juri felt that flow start to rise more and more under her lover's fingers, coming all the way to the tip where they--

“Aaah~”

Milk. White, creamy, life-giving milk. It began flowing from Juri's nipples in creamy rivulets, where it streaked down the curvature of her breasts. Arms still crossed slightly beneath her chest, the voluptuous vixen looked to the side, embarrassed. It's one thing to be lactating so shamelessly at her home, but to do so out here was something different. That didn't stop Tyler, who gently pushed her breasts together, and began pushing them left to right.

Ya'know... it had been a long time since he had breakfast this morning. No one said he couldn't have something to drink.

“Nmph!”

“Oh...!”

Without warning, Tyler moved his head in, where he captured one of her nipples between his lips. Like many, many times before, he lapped up and suckled upon his lover's tit, drawing on her nipple to pull as much milk out as he could. It flowed onto his tongue, giving him her nurturing pleasure, as if she was truly nursing a newborn. And despite Juri's attempts to be abrasive, her mouth split open, and she began to pant.

“Oh~ Aah~ Oh~ Hoooh~ Hggnnh...! You...! Ggh~! You naughty boy~”

Juri nearly fell forward as she felt her body grow weak from the pleasure. Gazing upon the top of Tyler's head, he looked so composed as he nursed from her tit. His closed eyes, his pursed lips, the moans he gave; he was completely enthralled with her body, and seemingly cared little for where they were.

It was shameless. It was naughty. It was lewd. And it was so damn good!

“More~” Juri moaned as she pushed more of her tits into his face, “Suckle from me more~”

Her pushing caused his head to be pinned between her breasts and the tree behind him, but Tyler didn't care. Obeying her command, he desperately sucked from her breasts, pulling as much milk as he could. And when that tit began to grow low, he quickly swapped over to the other, where he latched upon her nipple. More and more suckles left his lips, while his endless drool slathered her breasts. And when he pushed both breasts together and lifted them, he caused her nipples to grind together, triggering more bolts of pleasure in her body... and giving him one big target to attack!

“Nmph!”

“OOOHHH~~!”

Biting upon both nipples, Tyler suckled from her breasts as best he could, pulling more and more milk from her seemingly endless reservoir. Juri arched her back and placed her hands on his shoulders, bracing herself against him as shameless moans left her mouth... and her hips began grinding left and right.

With how Juri sat – her legs split around his waist – the hard lump in Tyler's pants was in near perfect alignment with her crotch. Even through his pants and her panties, she could feel his cock desperately nudge against her. He didn't just want her, he downright needed her! She was no better. The kitsune's pussy was so moist, it was practically begging to feel him slip inside!

Juri shifted herself, moving to the side to recline against Tyler's body. He was so enthralled by her tits, he didn't really mind. As he continued suckling on her breasts, her hand traveled down his slender body, coming down towards his crotch. Briefly, she fiddled with the belt of his trousers, undoing it. She then moved on towards his fly, opening it... and allowing his pants to expand.

“Nggghh...!”

Tyler groaned as he felt his pants grow free. Opening up an eye, he looked up towards Juri, who stared back down upon him. Her lips curling into a smile, the voluptuous vixen gently patted his head, rubbing it with one hand… while her other hand continued fiddling with his crotch downstairs.

Grip!

“Nmmph!”

When her hand wrapped around his dick, Tyler came to a halt. Looking up again, his eyes met Juri's yellow eyes once more, where she gave an elegant sounding snort. The smooth palms of her hand then squeezed upon his cock, and she pulled it out to the open, exposing his manhood to the farms around them.

“Oh my~” said Juri as she looked down towards his cock, “You feel so much harder than usual, Tyler. Ufufufu~” she looked back towards his face, “Why is that?”

He couldn't respond, both because of her nipple still plugged in his mouth, but also because he grew demure. Juri was right; his cock was much harder than usual. It was so hard in fact, that it hurt him. Blood pumped through its veins to the point that his member was harder than a metal pole, and three-times as hot. His balls were tight as well as they jiggled between his legs, and from the tip oozed precum which glistened in the sunlight above them. Even the comfortable shade they sat in did little to cool off his hot and sweaty body.

Tyler pulled away from Juri's nipple, taking a moment to gasp for breath. Hanging from his lip was a bridge of spit mixed with milk, which was strong enough to not break as he sat there. His face was swimming with lust, with his red cheeks and hazy eyes. But when he looked up and saw Juri smile down upon him, he felt that hunger of his swell once again.

“Nmph!”

Plap!

“Aaahh~~~”

Juri's sonorous moan filled the air as he once again latched upon her nipple, suckling with that voracious need of his. Down below, the voluptuous vixen began to squeeze his cock even harder, jerking him off at a steady pace. From the base to the glands he felt her palm run along his cock, squeezing upon his shaft, his veins, and everything in between. Pleasure raced through Tyler's form, drawing out more moans which reverberated throughout his lover's breasts and body.

“Ah~ Ah~ Oh~ Hooh~ Aaah~” Juri moaned, no longer ashamed of keeping her voice in as she let it fill the air.

What was this called again? A nursing handjob? Yes, that's it. She had performed this act for Tyler plenty of times before, usually in the morning before breakfast. But they weren't in her bed, were they? They were out here, on this tree she had visited countless times in the past.

Pulling her head up, Juri gazed out over the farm before her, while another stirring of the wind blew along her. She sighed, the sound mixed with a murmuring moan, while this feeling of nostalgia washed over her. How odd. The phantom sensations of years passed were starting to mix together with the erotic pleasure she was enjoying. She and Tyler were making new memories with one another under the watchful eye of this aged tree.

Another moment to put in her mental treasure chest.

Whatever bashfulness Juri was feeling before had well and truly been discarded now. She smiled from cheek to cheek, and her eyes closed shut as the sun illuminated their romantic and erotic gesture. The suckling of Tyler's mouth, the squeezing of her hand, the throbbing of his dick, and the milk from her tits; it was all so sensual... and beautiful.

“Hnnph~! Oh~ Ooooh~ Aaah~ Hooh...! I..” Pop! “I love you so much~”

His lips 'Popping!' from her nipple, Tyler's eyes opened as he stared up towards Juri with an eyebrow raised. He didn't get the chance to ask her what she was doing as the voluptuous vixen crawled down his body...

Swip!

And kicked her leg over his head.

Tyler pulled back as he was pinned beneath his lover's body. Above him was Juri's crotch... and the red panties she wore. In the center had formed a stain of lust, one which was dark against the brighter reds around it. So much of her juices had even oozed down her thighs, with some of it falling on Tyler's face.

Likewise for Juri.

In this position, Tyler's throbbing cock stood tall on its own, and was perfectly aligned with her face. Nostrils flaring, she took in the randy scent that wafted off his dick, smelling all of that sweat and musk. It was so thick and strong; an odor perfect for a randy young man like him.

“Snnnniiffff~~~ Oh my~ Has it really been that hot today?” asked Juri.

Tyler felt the same. Not only was Juri's pussy wet, but sweat had accumulated on her inner thighs, making them glisten. With her legs around his head like this, it was like he was being surrounded in a sauna of her body odor.

It was wonderful.

Pushing his hands under the skirt of her sundress, Tyler softly rolled them up to expose her curvy ass to the hillside around them. The voluptuous vixen even raised her nine tails, making sure to hide nothing from her adventurous young lover.

As Juri smelled and palmed his cock, Tyler did likewise with her ass and thighs. He leaned against her, sniffed her, kissed and licked against her inner thigh, while his hands gripped and squeezed at her curvaceous ass. Much like her chest, his fingers sank into her butt, clinching and pressing it together. Her ass bent under his touches, coaxing him to squeeze her more, even push it left and right to make it wobble.

He loved the shape of her butt; it was like a peach. Whenever he walked behind her – which was often, mind you – he couldn't take his eyes off of her backside. The way her hips swayed drew his gaze in, making it impossible for him to look anywhere but her bottom. And now that he had a front row seat with her ass, he took his time to marvel at its wonderful curvature and beautiful shapeliness.

“Juri,” he whispered...

Lick!

“Huh...!?”

Tyler tensed up. With her butt over his head, he couldn't see what she was doing down there... but he could feel it! Juri's tongue dragged along his cock, traveling from the hilt towards the glands. It was a slow stride, one that let him feel every inch of her tongue, and caused his member to jump. But the kitsune didn't stop there. She gave his dick another lick, and another lick, and another lick! Each one caused his cock to throb, while precum shamelessly oozed from the tip. Resting on the ground, Tyler was content to moan and groan under Juri's sampling... but a wiggling from her hips called him too attention.

Right. He was no passive lover!

As Juri's tongue began swirling around the head of his dick, he raised his hands to palm her ass once more. Around and around in circles he groped her pliable posterior, watching his fingers sink in, and coaxing gentle moans from her lips. But then his hands traveled up further, where he grabbed her panties by the waistband. Pulling them down, he revealed more and more of her shapely ass, moaning as her puckering anus and pink slit were exposed.

Ah... the smell of her body was stronger now. Juri even shuddered as she felt the gentle spring breeze tease her sweltering folds. More of her nectar fell upon Tyler's face, but he didn't flinch. He was so enraptured by the glow of her pink pussy, that he couldn't look anywhere else.

So why bother?

Raising his hands, Tyler wrapped them around Juri's waist, and raised his head up. The kitsune – aware of what was about to befall her – grinned, bit into her plump bottom lip, and shook her ass left and right, taunting him further. She could feel the hot and hungry breaths of her young lover as it began to tease upon her folds. It was coming closer... and closer... and closer!

“Nmph!”

“Oooohhhh~~!”

Juri's back arched, her tits clapping against one another as Tyler's mouth clamped upon her pussy. The flavor of her folds were quick to rush into his mouth, where it sinfully oozed down his licking tongue. She tasted of sweet cherries in bloom, with a hint of peach, maybe even a little banana.

Simply put, Juri's cunt was divine.

He moaned against her folds, the sound of which reverberated through her body, and made her backside quiver. Tyler wasn't the type of lover who slowly ramped up his cunnilingus; he licked, and he kissed, and he nibbled, and he fucking dined. Hungry moans slipped through his maw as he ate out her pussy, drawing forth groans of euphoria from Juri's wobbling mouth.

She could barely keep herself standing; her legs were growing weak! But instead of falling over like so many times in the past, her yellow eyes locked in upon Tyler's dick. Seeing it stand before her, smelling of lust and throbbing with desire, caused her mouth to water with a hunger all her own. So she opened her mouth... wider... wider... wider... and hovered it above his cock.

“Nnnmpphh~~~”

“Mmmmm!”

Pure ecstasy.

Juri's mouth wrapped around Tyler's cock, sucking him down all the way to the hilt. By now, the vixen was more than accustomed to her young lover's generous girth, but that didn't make him any less impressive in her eyes. His taste was incredible, being so salty, sweaty, and bitter as if mixed with his precum. Hot as well, his cock burned in her maw as her tongue ground along the sides of it. And the way it moved, jumping, jumping, jumping, all with that randy male desire! It was wonderful!

Resting her hands on the grass besides his head, Juri pinned his body beneath hers as she started bobbing her head upon his cock. Up, down, up, down; she sucked his cock off at a steady pace. Her silver hair fluttered around her head, while she constantly down over half of his dick, only to pull back up to the tip. Her spit – endless and hot – drizzled down his length and mixed with his precum, the both of which tangled around his member in this hot and gooey mess. This only caused his taste to get better, and allowed her to more easily suck him off.

The pleasure almost overrode Tyler's sense, causing him to pull back from her cunt. Looking down as best he could, he felt his dick being swallowed again and again by his mature lover. So practiced. So good. She even stopped for a moment, where she pulled back, gripped his dick, and teased his slit with her talented tongue. That feeling sent shudders down Tyler's spine, and made his toes curl!

Licking. Slurping. Swallowing. Juri was amazing!

“Gghgh...!” Tyler groaned as he again looked up towards her moist mound, “I...! Haaah... MMFF!”

Again diving into her pussy, he hugged her ass close as best he could. His mouth slurped up her folds, while his nose laid between the crevice of her ass. Working his tongue as deep into her snatch as he could, he felt her inner depths clamp around him, grinding and milking him off. Each individual ridge and fold within her cunt wrapped around him, fitting near perfectly! She wasn't trying to force him out! She was trying to pull him in deeper.

She never wanted to let him go.

Next to this tree, under the spring breeze and afternoon sun, these two lewd lovers performed a 69 as if they were in the safety of their own home. Despite being out in public, the world didn't matter. Juri Doherty – the respected, mature, and refined kitsune – was downing her lover's cock like a seasoned whore. In return, this young man ate out her pussy like he'd die if he stopped!

“Nnmnmph ~~~Slurrrp! Nnnm~! Shlurrrp! Nnmmph~~~! Sluwwrrrp! Nmmm~~~!”

The sound of Juri's erotic fellatio echoed out for all to hear. Not only was the voluptuous vixen moving faster, she was starting to push down deeper as well. First a half of his cock, then two thirds of it, and finally...

“Gulp!”

“NMMGH!”

She outright deepthroated his member.

Juri tipped back her head, resting his throbbing manhood on her tongue as her throat tightened around him. She didn't choke or wheeze; she perfectly held him, while her tightening esophagus squeezed his cock. Delving down just a bit more, the kitsune's lips pressed up against Tyler's pelvis, giving his crotch a kiss! And there she held against him... licked upon him... stroked upon him... swallowed his cock and let it go nowhere.

Tyler throbbed inside of her. He moaned against her. His cock sputtered and spread his precum all throughout her mouth and throat. And when his tight balls drew close to his body...

“NNGGMMPH!!!”

SPLORT! SPURT! SPLURT!

He finally came.

Thick and virile cum came launching out of his dick, shooting up with enough force to spread out and completely coat Juri's throat. She came to a stop around him, but never pulled back, instead closing her eyes and taking his thick and powerful loads. One blast followed by another after another, with each one being just as flavorful as the last.

A deep, internal ‘Glorp! Glurp! Glurk!’ noise echoed out in tune with Tyler’s orgasm… along with the sight of Juri’s throat visibly bulging as she swallowed down his seed. Just how much cum was he tanking inside of her?

The voluptuous vixen moaned around Tyler's cock, not budging an inch as he dumped his load directly down her throat. She only moved when he finally stopped spewing its seed, where she slowly pulled off his dick. Her tongue hung in the air as cum oozed down it... before she tipped back her head and closed her mouth. And as some seed dribbled out the corner of her mouth and slipped off her chin...

“Gllp! Aaaah~”

She swallowed down the bits she had within.

Tyler fell back on the ground, panting for breath as his face lay drenched in Juri's pussy juices. The kitsune meanwhile stood up straight on her lover's body, this beaming smile on her face as she wiggled her hips left and right. Even her nine tails began to wag, proud that she could still make him climax so hard.

But Tyler was a young man, one filled to the brim with a youthful vigor. When Juri looked down, she could see his cock starting to stiffen already. It coaxed these womanly chortles from her lips, and drove her to reach back down. Wrapping her hand around his member, she began softly jerking her palm back and forth, stopping his cock from ever growing flaccid. She even heard him grunt as his dick was stroked back to maximum length by his lover's amazing hand.

“Haaa...! Hggh...! Juri,” Tyler moaned... while the vixen moved forward.

Her nine tails raised high, she once again exposed her curvaceous ass as she positioned her pussy above his throbbing cock. Placing her hands on the grass, she propped herself up, while her eyes looked over her shoulder towards her young lover. There was a desperate need in her yellow eyes, and she panted softly for air. Down below, her sweltering pussy was downright begging for his cock, needing it inside her right this instant.

“You're such a... naughty boy, Tyler~” Juri whispered, “Making a woman like me do something so obscene... and out here on this hillside. Aaaah~ You... you need to take responsibility~”

Responsibility? What did she mean by that exactly? Was it really him who revealed this kinky and shameless side within her? No. That kinky and shameless side had always been there. It had just remained dormant for so long. Well, if it was his responsibility to satiate that side of her personality, then he'd do it with pride!

Placing one hand on Juri's shapely butt, he gave her a taunting squeeze to hold her in place. The voluptuous vixen cooed from the feeling of his grasping palm, while he reached down to grab the base of his cock. Gripping it tight, he pushed it up towards his lover's mature cunt, pressing it against her, and turning those coos into wonderful moans.

“Aah~! Haah~! Oh~! T-Tyler...” the kitsune groaned as she looked forward and closed her eyes, “D-do it. Don't. Hold. Back,” Puuuuusssh! “Hnnngggh~~~!”

His cock aligned with her snatch, Tyler pushed in, spearing her folds and impaling Juri upon him. The vixen gritted her teeth and grinned, her body leaning upright as she stared up to the skies overhead. A sliver of drool even slipped out the corner of her mouth, and pleasure raced throughout her body.

The girth of Tyler's member filled her out so perfectly. Juri remembered a time where she wasn't sure if she could properly handle a human's penis. It was much different from her husband's, who was a canine.

But now that she'd been with Tyler for so long, her pussy had more than grown used to the feeling of his thick dick and doming head. The way it felt spreading her apart, sent pleasure racing throughout her body, as his member toyed with each individual ridge within her cunt. And that was just on the initial penetration.

Buckling down, Juri spread her legs on the ground and gripped the earth harder, all while her gritted teeth grew more determined. With her pussy suckling down on his cock as it kissed up to her womb, the vixen started moving.

Sliiiiddeee...! PAT! Sliiiiddeee...! PAT! Sliiiiddeee...! PAT!

Raising her ass on Tyler's body, the vixen dropped it shortly after, letting the full weight of her big butt slam against his waist. Her ass – so big and juicy – clapped against his waist, and jiggled from the bottom up to her back. Her mouth splitting open, Juri let out an erotic and womanly moan, filling the air with her shamelessly voice.

“Oh~ Oh~ Hoh~ So good~” she moaned, her ass still 'PATTING!' against his waist, “You're...! Ooh~ So much bigger than usual~”

“Hggnn...!”

Aside from that grunt, Tyler didn't respond. He couldn't respond. What could he say that could encapsulate the erotic beauty in front of him? If he were to be as blunt and straightforward as he could, saying the first words that came to mind...

Juri had a big butt.

His eyes were locked on her large and shapely ass, watching it move with such erotic perfection that it made his cock throb even harder. Her pussy clinched and squeezed upon his dick, wrapping around him with this velvet grip that sent shudders down his spine. But it was the sight of her ass that – somehow – brought him most pleasure. The way her curved butt would flatten against his waist, which sent reverberations throughout her ass, made his dick tighten further inside of her.

Raising his hands, Tyler placed them upon her backside, taking his time to feel it as she dropped upon him. The way the quakes traveled throughout her ass, bounced back against his sweaty palms. His hands then slid over to the sides, as if trying to contain the sheer size and shape of his lover's backside.

Then came the squuuuueeezing, as he pushed and sank his fingers into her ass. Tyler was truly a lucky man. He never had to ask what was better: Ass or Tits. Why bother picking when Juri was stacked with both?

SMACK!

“AAH~!?”

Without warning, his hand swatted at her ass, dancing upon flesh and fur with enough strength to cause Juri's butt to jiggle... and leave a handprint as well. The kitsune's eyes grew wide with surprise, but Tyler did not stop there.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK SMACK SMACK! SMACK-SMACK!

“AAH~! OOH~! HOOH ~~! T-TYTLERRRR~~!”

Again and again and again, Tyler struck Juri's ass like a man possessed! His strikes were quick and strong, using the full power of his open palms. He struck one ass, then the other, then the other, followed by a flurry of swats to both asses, before finishing it off with a double strike! And as he spanked her with enough force to form a red handprint on her furry white ass, Juri never stopped riding him!

But after his relentless assault, Tyler suddenly grew so kind. His hands lovingly stroked at her bottom, brushing along the areas he spanked her, and even giving her a gentle squeeze. Juri's mature moans shifted into high-pitched sighs, melting under his soothing touches and even wiggling her hips... until he--

Grab! Clinch!

“Aah~!?”

Bringing over his hands, Tyler placed one on her hip and butt, while the other grabbed upon one of her nine tails. With a tight clinch he squeezed both, his fingers sinking into her ass, while he tightened her tail in his hand. Juri slid to a halt on his dick and looked over her shoulder, shooting him a bashful look... before it twisted into a lustful grin.

“Yes~ Give it to me~” she whispered, “We... we are not finished yet~!”

Settling herself on his cock, Juri rose up to the tip... and then pushed down.

PAT!

“HAAAH~!?”

But this time, Tyler pushed up.

His cock shot up through the voluptuous vixen's snatch, sending a wave of pleasure crashing through her form. Not only did her ass clap, but her tits bounced, and her mouth formed into this slutty little 'o'. Juri's head tilted to the skies again, her eyes lidded as this shameless cry of pleasure left her lips. But neither she nor Tyler stopped there. Together, the two moved their bodies. She lifted herself up, he pulled himself back, and they both moved together.

THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP!

The sound echoed throughout the hillside, mixing with their moans which grew louder and louder. Tyler, his teeth gritted, leaned back as he slammed his cock into Juri's pussy, filling her up, over and over again. The kitsune too slammed her ass down on his cock, letting her passionate and erotic moans sing without shame. She was so desperate for him, melding their bodies together as her pussy grew tighter and tighter.

It was happening again. Her legs were starting to grow weak! Her body shook and quivered, her voluptuous folds all jiggling with erotic beauty. Maybe it was his youth, but Tyler had this effect on her. She could feel her body grow loose, causing her to nearly fall over. But with a--

Pull!

“OH~!?”

Juri was pulled back, her back resting on Tyler's chest. Drawing his hands upwards, he placed them upon her thin waist, gripping her tight as he hunkered down. Her legs spread, Juri's pussy was exposed to the spring air around them, while her young lover pulled back his hips, and--

THWAPTHWAPTHWAPTHWAPTHWAPTHWAPTHWAP!!!

“OOH ~~! HOOOH~! OH~! HOH~! OOH~! AAAH~! OOOH~~~!”

Like a relentless machine gun, Tyler pumped his cock in and out of Juri's pussy, slamming upwards into her. The impacts of their bodies sent quakes racing through the kitsune's form, making her tits bounce, jiggle, and wobble. They slammed against her chest, bouncing faster and further as his thrusts continued growing in strength.

Juri's mouth split apart, filling the air with her mature moans as her eyes fluttered, and her pussy clinched desperately upon his length. Lewd juices splattered about from his relentless cock, marring their thighs and even the grass beneath them. The air too was growing thicker with their combining scents, reaching to the point that it was choking. They were surrounded in hedonistic pleasure, making love to one another under the spring sky next to this abandoned barn. And for Juri, any feelings of mourning and loss were replaced with erotic pleasure.

Her gilded eyes swept over the farmland in front of her, reminiscing about every moment she spent here. And yet, here she was with her new lover, resting next to this old tree, having his cock slam into her folds. Her breasts were bouncing with so much fury, that Tyler reached up and grabbed them, holding her almost to a possessive degree! He squeezed her tits, groped them, kneaded them around and around in circles, all while his cock continued slamming in and out of her cunt like a steel driver!

Ecstasy mounted, further and further. Juri could feel her cunt tighten around his relentless cock. Even her once womanly sounding moans of-

“OH~! OHH~! HOOH~! OOOH~~~!”

Were being replaced with high-pitched moans of--

“AH~! HAAH~! AAH~! AH~ AH AH AHA~~!”

She was going to cum! She was going to fucking cum! Her pussy clinched and rumbled around his dick, squeezing him like a vice! The head of his cock scraped and ground against all of her folds, pleasing them, and pleasing her in return. Juri felt her mind begin to fall back! And as her eyes closed shut, Tyler shifted the angle of his cock. He knew her body well... almost too well. When the vixen began to teeter on the edge of ecstasy, he knew right where to slam to finish her off.

THWAP!

“OH~!?”

Her g-spot!

“AAAAUUUUGGGHHH ~~~~!”

SQUIIIIIIRRRRRRRRRRTTTTT!!!

Juri fell back, her body loose, her back arched, and her mouth split apart. Giving a howling moan of erotic pleasure, her pussy exploded, and then gushed with the full force of her orgasmic might. Clear and bright pussy juices squirted from her folds, shooting with a stream strong enough to arch through the air and stain the ground beneath them. Her hips even undulated, stroking off his cock more to draw out her own orgasm. And her pussy – so damn possessive – clinched tight around his dick, as if refusing to let go.

Steam. Visible steam flowed off of the voluptuous vixen’s body as she finally came down from her explosive high. Her eyes were dazed, her mouth agape, her body visibly trembled, and sweat percolated on her form, soaking into her fur. Juri Doherty was well and thoroughly fucked.

But her lover wasn't done yet.

Tyler shifted from under Juri, pulling out from her folds with a lewd 'Shlip!' The kitsune groaned as her pussy felt empty without him, but he didn't stop. When she looked up with her tired eyes, she came face to face with her young lover's cock as he stood in front of her.

He was still hard.

Juri sobered quickly, her face blanking with shock and slight apprehension. His dick was throbbing right before her face, telling her all she needed to know. It caused the voluptuous vixen to tremble in place, and made her face turn sheepish.

“Eheheh... um... T-Tyler...” she whispered, “Haaha... Y-you're so... energetic... c-could you... g-give me a second...?” Grab! “Ah~?”

The answer was 'no'.

Tyler reached down, where he grabbed Juri by her hips. With a tight tug, he pulled the vixen up onto her feet, causing her to whimper. Her legs were still weak, but she still had enough strength to stand, so long as she braced herself against the tree behind her.

Looking down, Juri's yellow eyes fell on Tyler's face, panting as she read the hunger in his eyes. When his hands seized upon her body, she tensed up, and placed her hands on his shoulders. He touched along her sides and hips, squeezing her curves as he explored her... before gripping and lifting her leg by the thigh. A crooning moan left Juri's lips as she stared down between them, watching as his throbbing member once again began grinding against her folds.

“So big~” she whispered in a hesitant manner, before bringing her gaze back up.

Tyler had rested his head on her tits, using them to support himself, while his cock continued pressing against her slit. Just a little angling up... then a little angling down... a bit of sliding left to right... and finally--

THRUST!

“AH~!”

Tyler's cock pushed deep, slamming into Juri's cunt. The vixen leaned back against the tree, her tits bouncing upon her lover's chin, while her cry of pleasure split the air. Squeezing tighter on his body, she held him for dear life, while he draped her leg around his hip, then moved in.

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

Pinned up against the tree, Juri took his cock into her folds; again and again and again. The force of his thrusts sent waves through her body, not only making her tits bounce against his chin, but also making her ass clap and jiggle! Eyes closed shut and plump lips hanging open, the voluptuous vixen filled the air with her erotic cries of ecstasy, shamelessly singing with a mixture of high-pitched moans, and mature groans.

Tyler didn't just fuck her body, he feasted on it! His tongue dragged upon the tops of her tits, coming up to her neck, where he began kissing and nibbling on her once again. Juri squeezed his head in return, hugging and holding him in closer, while her pussy continued suckling down on his cock to the hilt.

Tyler's tight balls slammed against her ass, growing faster and stronger. His dick tightened further as well, giving Juri the telltale signs of his impending orgasm. He wasn't even trying to hold himself back. Why bother?

His teeth gritted, Tyler doubled his speed, then tripled it! The constant bounding of his blurring hips caused Juri to bounce up and grind against the tree behind her, and made her mouth split open wider. Those mature moans were gone now, replaced entirely by the high-pitched moans of a woman in complete, rapturous pleasure!

“Aaahh~! Aaaahnnn~! So deep~! Nnggh ~~! So biiiiiggg~~~ ” she moaned as her pussy started convulsing around his dick again, “Tyler~~~! Tyyyyllleerrrr!!!”

Pulling back one hand, Juri slammed it on the tree behind her, and dragged her claws upon its surface. Her other hand did likewise with Tyler's back, scratching lines into his flesh as her pussy grew as tight as a vice. Yellow eyes reopening, she looked down upon him, knowing what was going to come next. And all she said was...

“Do it...”

And... well... he never keeps his lady waiting.

“GHNN!”

SPLORT! SPURRT! SPLOORRRT!!!

“AAAUHGGHAAAAAHHH~~~!”

SQUUUUUIIRRRRRRRRTTTT!!!

His cock erupted, spreading his virile spunk all throughout her folds. Blast after blast of thick human seed flooded her vulpine vulva, sparing nothing, and painting everything white. Her womb, her vaginal tunnel, her labia lips; every inch of her cunt was plastered by his cum!

And Juri felt it. She felt all of it. The intense heat within her womb spread throughout the rest of her body, making her feel so much hotter and sweatier than usual. She climaxed too, flooding his thighs and hips in feminine jizz which stained the ground beneath them. Her legs then began to wobble, causing her to teeter... and nearly fall over! But...

Tyler was there...

He pinned his vixen against the tree before her, forcing his cock deeper inside of her as he continued shooting out his seed. Juri's once howling moans shifted into demure whimpers... followed by an erotic sigh as she finally...

Caved.

The kitsune's leg was no longer strong enough to support her, forcing Tyler to keep her upright. Slowly, he guided her down to the grass beneath them, sitting next to her as his cock remained buried in her snatch. Together, the two breathed for air, with Juri's eyes closed, and Tyler's lidded.

When the voluptuous vixen opened her eyes, she came face to face with her lover. The look in his brown eyes weren't just hazy with lust and desire... but also with love and passion. Even as his cock laid buried in her snatch, he had enough wherewithal to move in, pressing his lips against hers.

“Nmmph~”

“Mmmm!”

Against the tree that overlooked her old home, Juri and her young lover shared a much needed kiss. Their tongues ground against one another, swapping spit, trading tastes, and mixing moans. Their hands too clutched and gripped at one another, embracing lovingly under the tree's canopies. And as they kissed, Tyler pulled back, drawing his length out of the vixen's folds, and causing her to groan.

“Nnggghhh~~~”

Shlup!

“Nmmph~!”

Juri's eyes twitched as his cock retreated from her spent pussy. Together, their cum mixed and flowed out of her snatch, further staining the earth beneath their sweaty bodies. Eventually, Tyler pulled away from her body, their lips parting... and allowing her to give an airy sigh.

The kitsune's body was sweaty. So sweaty that her fur and hair stuck to her flesh like she'd just gotten out of a shower. But even with that in mind, Tyler drew nearer, where he reclined his body alongside hers.

Out here, half naked beneath the sun as the cool spring breeze brushed along them, these two lovers embraced one another. Together they gazed at each other, their lips slowly curling into smiles. Juri had no doubts that his youthful vigor would eventually return, guiding him to lust after her body once again. But in this moment as they shared smiles, it was like all of life slid to a halt.

Together, these two lovers stared out over the farm she once called home. For some reason, she no longer felt as forlorn. It was as if... someone had closed a book inside of her. Now all she needed to do was open up a new one.

A new book.

But before she opened up that new book, there was one last thing she needed to do. She wouldn't be forced to do it alone however, as her fingers locked through Tyler's in a loving hold. Just a little while longer. Let the silence wash over them.

It was beautiful.

…

Peppersville Cemetery. It sat on a raised hill next to an old church, and was almost always quiet at all times of the day. There was nothing too descriptive about it, aside from its concrete fence, and the aged tree that stood directly at the entrance of it. Even the people buried within weren't renowned for changing the world.

But they didn't need to be, did they? They were just people beloved by their community. From Mrs. Wilson who died in the mid 90s and lived to be 83, to young Darrel who – unfortunately – passed when he was only 21. This cemetery was filled with people who lived in Peppersville... and died in Peppersville.

As life went on, the number of graves steadily increased. Each year a life is lost, even in a town as small and as unremarkable as Peppersville. Thankfully, today was not one of those days. Instead, today was another Monday.

And on Mondays, a certain vixen could be seen making a solitary trek up to this graveyard with a basket in hand. She would usually be wearing black, with a large hat that blocked the view of her face. Walking over towards a certain grave, she would silently stand before it for a few moments, before reaching into her basket to procure a flower. There, she would lay the flower upon the grave, before saying her final goodbyes, and making her leave.

At least... that's how she usually made this trip on Mondays. Today was different. Today she wasn't wearing a black dress of mourning, but instead a burgundy sundress filled with style and life. Today, she wasn't carrying with her a basket with a flower, but instead clutched close a small container. And today, she wasn't making this trip alone. There was someone else with her.

Along this familiar path, Juri walked towards her late husband's grave. Typically, she exuded an air of sadness and regret. Instead, she appeared more perked up and lively... even if her emotions were starting to rise. Thankfully, Tyler was at her side, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze, and looking up at her with a smile.

Together, these two odd lovers traveled up towards a grave, one that caused the young man to come to a halt.

In loving Memory of Benedict “Lucky” Doherty

Beloved Father, Beloved Husband, Beloved Friend

This was him. This was the man who held Juri's heart for all these years. It was an oddly sobering experience standing in front of his grave like this. How many times had Tyler stared at one of his photos, and compared himself negatively to the late hound? How many times had he felt jealousy towards him? How many times had he felt frustration, feeling that Juri would never love him as much as he loved Benedict?

Too many times to count.

But at the end of the day, Benedict Doherty was dead. No amount of wishful thinking, or praying, or hoping, or time, would ever bring him back. And standing here before his grave reminded Tyler of this fact.

All of his anger towards Benedict – both accidental and purposeful – was banished from the young man's head. He even felt remorseful for ever feeling this way at all. He had never lost a loved one; who was he to judge Juri for pinning for her late husband after all these years?

It made him feel ashamed of himself.

But – in an odd reversal – it was Juri who squeezed his hand and gave him a reassuring look. When he stared up at her kind and mature face, he felt his body start to warm up. Yes. He may be wise beyond his years, but he still had plenty of time to grow and mature himself. Thankfully, Juri was there to help him along the way.

“Tyler,” said the vixen as she turned to face him, “I... I want to thank you so much for all you have done for me. These months we've spent together... have been some of the happiest months of my life. I...” she glanced to the side, “Before we met, I felt like I didn't deserve to keep living while Lucky was dead. We had promised to grow old together, so when his sudden death occurred, it devastated me. I didn't think I could ever move on...” she stared back, “But then you appeared that autumn day... and changed everything. I... I cannot thank you enough.”

“Ah... Juri,” Tyler said with an embarrassed blush as he shook his head, “I...! I didn't really do much. I just... extended my hand, that's all.”

“Oh Tyler,” she said whilst bringing up her hand to palm his cheek, “You sell yourself short. Many people have attempted to come to my aid following Lucky's death, but only you managed to pull me out of that pit. I... I can't explain why that is... but I'm happy you did it nonetheless,” she closed her eyes, “It's funny. You and Lucky are almost nothing alike. And yet, I can no longer imagine my life without you. You... you had better take responsibility for that. I won't forgive you for playing with this old lady's heart.”

There was that word again: responsibility. He was responsible for bringing Juri out of her depression, and it was his responsibility to keep her happy. What did she say all those months ago on their first night together?

Then... stay with me forever, Tyler.

Yes. That was his responsibility now. To stay with Juri... forever.

“Heh... yeah, I'll take responsibility,” said Tyler as he nodded in an affirmative manner, “I promise Juri. I'll stay with you... forever.”

His words brought a bashful smile to her face, making it beam like she was a blushing schoolgirl. Even her nine tails wagged!

But before she could get too excited, a sudden 'Oh!' left her lips. Raising her other hand, Juri presented that small container; the one she had been holding all through the day. Now that it was closer, Tyler could see that it was green and tan in color, with air vents adorning its top.

“I wanted to give this to you, Tyler,” said Juri, “A token of my appreciation for you, and all the things you have done for me. I know that if we hadn't found each other that day, I wouldn't be able to stand as tall and as proud as I do now. So... please...” she smiled at him, “Take it... honey.”

Tyler stiffened in place as he stared down upon the small container, the word 'honey' replaying in his head. There was such strength in the word, one that caused his breathing to quicken. This wasn't just some gesture of kindness, but was one of true romance. They had gone on plenty of dates over the past few months – and had shared the same bed just as many times – but suddenly, things felt different.

As Tyler reached for the container, he realized this was the next step of their relationship. Was he ready for it?

Of course he was!

Gently, he took the container from Juri, and slid open its latches. The container gave a satisfying 'Snap!', and then split open. Resting inside was a flower. It was white in color, and appeared to be meticulously groomed and maintained. Shaped like a bell, it had a stiff green stalk, and was planted into a moist patch of soil.

“This flower... do you know what it is?” asked Juri as she gazed into his eyes.

Tyler paused for a moment... before swallowing his spit and nodding.

“Yes. Yes I do,” he replied, taking the vixen aback, “This is... a Canterbury bell, isn't it?”

He looked up at Juri, who gazed at her with a face of shock and awe. It caused him to blush and sheepishly scratch the side of his head.

“I studied up on flowers,” he explained before she could ask a question, “I know how much flowers mean to you, so I took some time out studying about them. I'd... like to help you cultivate some flowers some time...”

His words rang in Juri's ears, making her nine tails all stand up on end. Her blush growing brighter, she closed her eyes and fidgeted in place, appearing close to shedding tears of joy. Instead she took in a deep breath and moved in, where she hugged her lover close.

“Oh... Tyler...!”

In the center of the cemetery, the two lovers embraced one another.

This was it; this was what Juri needed. For as strong and as proud as the vixen was, she always enjoyed the aid and kindness of others. No one is an island; we all need help from time to time. It just so happened that her help came in the form of this young man, one whom she had fallen so deeply in love with.

It is true. A part of her did die with Lucky. But that was her old life, one that she could now put to rest. But no one said a new life couldn't be born in its place. A new life, not alone, but with this young man who had her heart.

A new life... in more ways than one.

“Tyler?”

“Yes, Juri?”

“Let's go home.”

…

From here at this window, he could stare out over the city of Bellcrest. It was an elegant city, one filled with the affluent and well off. When he got the letter of acceptance from Bellgrove University, he was ecstatic. To think he'd be able to go to one of the best colleges this side of the country! Even now, he couldn't believe how fortunate he was.

Tyler stood at the windows with his hands behind his back as he wore his cotton night clothes. This wasn't his apartment; he hadn't been living in his apartment for three months now. This room was octagonal in shape, and had a very aged and regal architecture to it all. But of course it would. This wasn't his home; this was her home.

No. This wasn't just her home anymore. It was their home. And...

Eeeaarrrrk!

The door opened up behind him.

Tyler turned around, gazing through the bedroom he was in. On the other side of the room, her body blocked by the curtains which hung from the frame of their bed, was Juri. The lights of the bathroom glowed at her back, illuminating her form, and painting her shadowed silhouette upon the bed's curtains. It brought a smile to his face, watching as the vixen tugged on the bathrobe she was wearing.

“Tyler?” Juri called as she turned off the bathroom light behind her, causing her silhouette to vanish, “Are you in bed now?”

“Heh heh...! I'm coming,” he answered.

Walking over towards the bed, Tyler climbed into, where he made his way to the pillows at the back and rested upon them. Juri's silhouette traveled along the curtains, coming up to the front of the bed, where she stood before him. The curtains then opened up, revealing the voluptuous vixen in all of her glory.

The pregnant voluptuous vixen on the other end.

She stood there with a vivacious smile on her face, as silky robes hung on her curvaceous figure. Wearing an elegant black bra and panties, she exuded this sensual and majestic air, one that only grew stronger thanks to the maternal glow that emanated from within. Even the way she moved carried with it this regal stride, as her pregnant gait did not hinder her flawless strides in the least bit, only enhanced it.

Climbing upon the bed, Juri came close to Tyler, sitting on her knees above him. He leaned up to meet her, drawing in closer where he laid his hand upon her pregnant belly. It was firm, taut, and when he brushed his palm along it, he felt the unborn life within thump back against him, painting a smile on his face. Juri smiled too as her yellow eyes fell on his face, and her hand gently brushed through his hair.

“To think. Me, pregnant, again. At my age,” the kitsune remarked as Tyler continued to lovingly stroke, “Oh dear. All of my friends are asking so many questions. I fear rumors are going to start popping up about me sooner rather than later.”

Raising her hand, Juri grabbed the clips that had her hair done up in a bun. Removing them, her silver locks fell around her head, flowing long and free.

“What am I going to do with you, honey?”

Looking up at the voluptuous vixen, Tyler gave her a devilish and mischievous smile. She smiled back, before playfully reaching over and pinching his cheek.

“Don't make that face with me, Tyler,” said the vixen, “You best take responsibility for your actions.”

“Heh heh...! Of course, Juri. I'll always be responsible. For you...” he looked down where he rubbed her belly, “And you, too.”

“Ufufufu... that's good to hear...”

Gently grabbing him by the back of his head, Juri took hold over her lover, drawing him in for a kiss. His lips met hers, kissing in the center of their bed. It was slow and passionate, their tongues dancing along one another, before finally pulling back.

“I love you, Tyler.”

“I love you too, Juri.”

Their lips met again, intertwining in a kiss. Tyler – growing confident – pushed his hand under the silky robe she was wearing, pulling it off to reveal more of her body. A playful giggle left Juri's lips as they continued kissing, and he continued growing bolder. Together, the two lovers grew more affectionate, more aroused, shifting the air around them into something more lustful and amorous.

Yes. Tonight too would be a long night!

A house. A young lover. A mature vixen. An unborn child. An emerging family. Life. Happiness. And the Canterbury bell that overlooked it all!