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“Well, your heart rate is just fine,” said Jiaoqiu, his voice uncharacteristically serious. It was firm, as if to treat the moment with all the respect that it deserved. Too serious, perhaps, but the doctor's office was almost stifling at that moment. The atmosphere was so thick, so oppressive, it was as if someone had wrapped it up in an awful malignance.

The atmosphere was dour. It was grim. It was as if all the joy in the world had just been sucked out of it. The doctor, Jiaoqiu, was nothing like his normal self. His ears were downcast, his tail seemed to flop, and even the luster seemed gone from his pink fur – as if his willpower had been sapped, leeched out of him by some supernatural force.

As bad as it was for him, it was worse for his client. The infamous General Feixiao, the Great General, the Vanquishing General, an Arbiter General, Merlin’s Claw, a Foxian who laughed as she fought, who cackled as she went to war, a bright, enthusiastic force of nature with about three brain cells working in tandem in her head at any one time, looked dead to the world.

There were rings under her eyes. Her face looked like a host. Her ears, too, were twisted down, and her body had no life in it. Her lustrous white fur looked pale, almost decayed. In every way, she looked like a pale glory of what she had once been. If someone saw her then, they would mistake her for some common creature, downcast and downtrodden.

The only thing to mark her out as different – as exceptional – was her body. Dressed down to its barest measure of clothing, little more than sportswear, she cut an impressive figure. Gentle shoulders, firmed up with muscle; powerful arms, thickly coded, ye feminine. Narrow build and stomach, but with rock-hard abdominals that fluttered with every breath she made against the doctor’s stethoscope. 

She’d dressed down so that Jiaoqiu could get access to her body, and over it he'd set down various wires, pads, and other such medical devices: monitoring her pulse, her bloodflow, and more besides. Methodically, he checked her out, placed his hands toward a sensitive area, and marked them down on a clipboard. 

At some point, the only sound was that of his pencil. It seemed that Feixiao was barely breathing.

She looked lifeless.

“So it’s not my heart?” Feixaio asked in a croaked voice.

“It’s not your heart,” the doctor affirmed. “How long has it been since you last slept?”

“Five nights ago,” Feixiao admitted. She licked her lips, wetting the dry swells. “Is it… does it have to do with… the issues…?”

Jaiqiu thought about it. Checked his notes. Looked back, and shook his head. “No, this is something else. Arms up, please.”

She raised her arms up. Her breasts swayed beneath the elastic fabric of her green bra. It wasn't much, but her chest was large. Her body was shapely, despite being fit as could be – the peak example of physical fitness of a woman. She was a foxian, and so, like most, did not put on much visible muscle. That didn’t matter much when her overall ability to exert those muscles was at half the strength again of a baseline human.

Jiaoqiu pressed his hands against her sides and listened to her breath. Nodding to himself, he checked off another series of notes on his pad. “And you’ve been experienced… heat, was it?”

“Yes,” croaked Feixiao. “Intense heat. Sometimes I feel like tearing all my clothes off. I…” She groaned. “What’s wrong with me, Jiaoqiu? Tell it to me straight.”

The doctor licked his lips. “I can’t do that.”

Feixiao tensed. “Is it that bad?”

“It’s…” he tried off, as if in thought. This would be the time to crack a joke, but there was no willpower left in the world to do that. Instead, he could only hang his head down. …I need to look into it.”

Feixiao averted her gaze. “Oh.”

“I can prescribe you sleeping pills,” he then said. “It’ll knock you right out so you can sleep, at least. And you need to stay hydrated and replenish your vitamins, so I'll get you a good electrolyte solution…”

Feixiao worked her jaw. “I have all that."

"This will be better.”

“Will it make me feel better?” She asked curtly.

A pause.

“No,” the doctor admitted, “but I’ll think of something for you.”

Feixiao scrunched her eyes shut, shuddered, and let out a breath. “Thanks, I guess."

Feixiao bounced to her feet a few moments later. She left the room silently, almost sullenly – yet the glum mood did not depart. It radiated not from Feixiao at all, but from her doctor, her friend, and her closest confidant. He was particularly despondent, because in all the years of being a doctor, he had never been in this situation before.

This was not a thing they taught in his school. This was not a lesson one could learn about from textbooks. The medical sciences didn’t help here. He might have needed to become a diviner to figure this out beforehand, before the problems had started to manifest – what he had assumed to be stress and overwork turned out to be much, much worse.

Sighing with stress, he leaned over his clip board and looked over all of Feixiao’s symptoms. All the problems, all the readings, everything. It painted the picture of someone who was in the prime of their life, in tip-top physical condition, so well trained it was insane. It pointed to someone who was facing deep-rooted problems that were so ingrained in one’s body they were part and parcel with their every method of being: past biological, it went right into institutional.

“Damnit,” Jiaoqiu whispered to no one but himself. “The general… is in her mating season…”

With that, he threw his head back, pinched his nose, and desired nothing more than a hot cup of relaxing tea.

And a few sleeping pills to boot.

--

Yukong.

The café was bustling by the time Yukong arrived. She hadn’t expected that- hadn’t expected the throngs of people going in and out, the gentle crowds that were piling around the tables. It looked bier than she remembered – but, then, it had been forever and a half that she’d come here at this hour of the day.

Normally, when Yukong had the time to go to her favourite tea shop in the upper levels of the cloud district, she did so later in the evening when she was off duty. This was her first time doing so in the middle of the workday, when she otherwise would have been hard at work doing her job.

And everyone else’s jobs, too. Yukong was one heck of a hard worker, to, perhaps, a degree that was inherently unhealthy. She was constantly working, and constantly citing her desire to just take a break from it all for a day – to just push all those tasks aside and take a vacation, just to get the stress out of her system. It was something she also never chose to do, because she was a workaholic.

“You can approve your own vacations,” one of her work friends had joked around with her just that morning. “You know you don't have to wait for someone else to approve them, right?”

And that had speared a hole right through Yukong’s denialism. Always complain about not getting vacation time, and never face the music that was her own workaholic tendencies. Pilot the Laofu. Do the best she could. Organize, control, schedule. Important work. She couldn’t just leave it behind for a vacation, could she?

“Someone has to do the work,” she’d said, almost as if to dismiss the concept of a vacation.

“Face it,” she’d been told, “you’re the last person that would ever take a vacation. Or a break. Or a lunch break.”

And so, purely out of spite, or just to prove a point that she wasn’t a work-obsessed woman - which she was - she immediately approved her own vacation. She had, at the very least, been able to walk out proudly, her chin up and her shoulders back, and enjoy the looks of disbelief on the faces of her coworkers. 

Of course, that lasted until she’d gotten out the front doors and she subsequently realized she’d never really had time off before, and that she had absolutely no idea what to do with herself. Resisting every urge to turn on her heel and march right back inside, she’d decided to go home, instead, and perhaps relax up with a warm bubble bath and something equally soothing.

That hadn’t worked out, either. It turned out that her adopted daughter, Qingni, was home, and that she was home with company. Who that company was, Yukong did not know; she was not the kind of mom who pried like that. She was chill, and she let her daughter do what - or who - she wished. 

The sounds coming from inside her home had been pretty loud, though. Really loud, actually. She wasn’t sure it was entirely appropriate for her to overhear her daughter having sex, but a Foxian’s over-sensitive hearing made privacy an offhand suggestion at best. She hated to overhear and she didn’t want to introduce, but she’d also been forced to admit that they were being quite loud indeed.

At least, Yukong couldn’t be sure that people were supposed to have sex so loud you could hear it from the front door. She’d certainly never been fucked that well, or hard, in her life - at least as far as she could remember, but it had been a long, long time since she’d gotten laid. Maybe, as long as she’d had Qingni as a daughter. Maybe, longer.

So, Yukong let them be, and simply decided to take a day off elsewhere - namely, a nice, soothing cafe. She just wasn’t sure how soothing it was going to be, frankly. She felt a bit aimless with a random, impromptu ‘day off’, and now she had the thoughts of her daughter having sex in the back of her mind.

That really shouldn’t have bothered Yukong was much as it did, but it stuck there in the back of her head with a rather frustrating earnestness. It had nothing to do with Qingni herself or the moans that had been leaving her lips, but just the sounds that were involved: the slaps of bodies, the breathy gasps, the intoxicating thuds, all of it. It really just put into relief how long it had been for Yukong since she’d last had a fuck at all, and - in conjunction with her day off - just made her feel a tiny bit anxious.

She was happy her daughter had a partner.

She was not necessarily happy that she didn't have a partner, or a fuckbuddy, or whatever the kids called it these days.

She tried to push that out of her mind as she swept in and took her seat. There happened to be a relatively empty section near the back, and being Yukong, a pilot of the Laofu, did afford her some benefits. She was often disinclined to use them, but in this case, she didn’t mind being given a table at the packed cafe. 

It was nowhere as relaxing as she hoped it would be.

Sitting alone at a table with a dessert cake and some tea in front of her was nice, but really not all that it was cracked up to be. She was alone with her thoughts, which was no different from usual. She had nothing to do with her hands, which was a bit unnerving. She even felt horribly underdressed, despite the fact that she wore fairly standard and upscale clothing that was standard in Laofu culture.

Yet, it was the same sort of styled dress she wore every day. It didn’t make her feel any different, any more like she was on a break: an elegant, stylishly cut dress of white fabric, boasting a plunging neckline and long loincloth. Slits were cut out here and there to show off tasteful amounts of her skin, but not too much. Her silk bodyglove covered anything particularly immodest, keeping her refined.

Yukong was not ashamed of her body. Once, she had been proud of it, happy to show it off. Her fur, the colour of deep jade, was particularly eye-catching to most. The swells and curves of her body were very ample, but not excessive. Combined with her height and the length of her legs - which she always kept bare - she could almost pass for a model. 

Even at her incredible age, she was still lusted over. She knew that. She knew it just walking over to the cafe, where people had been staring. Some less respectful than others, in fact. But, Yukong hadn’t really used her body since her accident, nor since adopting her daughter. Normally that wouldn’t bother her too much, her work keeping her too preoccupied to care, but she suddenly found herself with nothing to do but muse.

Her mind once again drifted to the thought of her daughter getting just fucked. It made Yukong bite her lip in thought. She didn’t know who it could be, truthfully. That handsome pilot from the docks? Or was it the Trailblazer with her relentless flirting? It had sounded hard and rough, which was always a good way to do it. 

Pull my hair harder! Qingni had gasped. At least, that was what Yukong was sure she’d heard, and though she’d hate to admit it, the idea of it was rather alluring. Her daughter was sexually active, but she was more than old enough for it - that didn’t matter to her. It was just the idea of it that…

Bad Yukong, she mentally chided. No thinking about that! That’s entirely inappropriate.

She sipped her tea and tried to remain calm.

But it has been so long, hasn’t it? She thought idly. Ugh… maybe they’re right. Maybe I do just need to destress. Book a week at a sauna or something. Get some strong hands massaging me… pulling my hair… 

She sighed and squeezed her eyes shut. She sipped her tea and let the sounds of the cafe wash over her. With one leg crossed over the other and her long hair trailing behind her, she probably looked like a picture-perfect gentlewoman; every inch the stylish Charioteer that she was meant to be. Her internal frustrations remained exactly that: internal.

Conversation wafted in and out of her sensitive, fox-like ears. She tried not to listen in too much, because that would be rude. For a Foxian, tuning people out became a talent to master. It was very easy to overhear too much, sometimes, or to drive oneself to a headache with the amount of noise. Here, she tried to let it lull her into a calm, like a soft background buzz. 

“Well, how would YOU tell her that?!”

“I like my ass the way it is, thank you very much -”

“Excuse you -”

It didn’t exactly make her feel calm, but it zoned her out a bit. She let out a breath to cool the surface of her tea, then took another deep sip. The taste of jasmine was faint, but firm. She liked it. Not her usual blend, but it would do. The cake, however, was considerably more scrumptious; more than she’d normally allow herself, being both sweeter and more fattening than she’d like, but that was okay. Today, she’d cheat a bit. She could work it off later.

“Just tell her. It’ll only get worse if you delay it.”

“Please, tell me how I’m supposed to tell my boss that medically speaking, she needs to get laid?”

Yukong took another bite and chewed methodically, then chased it down with some tea. Maybe, just maybe, this was what people meant by ‘a relaxing day out’. Though, perhaps not. She doubted most people here had been ‘chased’ out of their own home because their daughter was having loud, messy sex. 

“You just say it.” 

“Oh yes, Great General, you need a fuck? You’re suffering from an acute lack of physical activity and your body is in heat? Come on.”

Yukong’s ears twitched around. Maybe it was rude to listen in on conversations, but she recognized those voices - and the name ‘Great General’ was more than enough to alert her senses. There was only one person called by that name, and those two voices were the only ones who would speak that name with any amount of frustration.

Yukong turned her head around and stared directly at Moze and Jiaoqiu, sitting just two tables over. They had not noticed her, and she had not noticed them before now - but it was undoubtedly them. Moze was in his usual, subdued outfit, like some sort of assassin. Jiaoqiu was in a very professional set of pants and a silk shirt, with his signature red jacket over the chair behind him.

For once, the pink-haired Foxian man looked perturbed - a far cry from his usually friendly disposition. Moze appeared much the same as ever, and seemed rather focused on Jiaoqiu. They were engaged in a rather heated conversation that was nowhere near as private nor quiet as it should have been, and a few heads were turning around to face them.

She knew them, but not well. She knew their boss, General Feixiao, far better. The Great General Feixiao, which was exactly who they were talking about. Curiously, Yukong cocked her head and let her ears flick forward to better catch their particular words - her foxy ears serving perfectly to capture the noise.

“She’d laugh at me,” said Jiaoqiu.

“She always laughs at you,” said Moze.

“There’s a difference between - look, I practice medicine, medicine through food, I don’t know the first thing about - I am not a biologist, I’m a doctor.”

“Aren’t those the same thing?”

“Hardly!” Jiaoqiu flicked something off his plate. “I am not going to be the one to tell Feixiao that she’s not, in fact, dying a horrible death, and instead needs to have sex.”

Moze grumbled. “You’re the doctor. That’s your exact job.”

“I’m a doctor, yes, not a sex therapist.”

“Is that a thing?”

“Moze…”

“Okay, what if we just… hire a stripper? Send her over?”

“Feixiao would probably ask her why she’s underdressed, throw a jacket on her, and then try to find her parents or something I don’t know, she’s really -you know - she’s - she’s slow, sometimes.”

A few things clicked in Yukong’s mind, then. One, that they were definitely talking about Feixiao - that was obvious. For another, that Feixiao was apparently, in some way, in need of sex. A baffling concept for the tall, dashing, jovial, and probably a bit airheaded general, but apparently very real. Thirdly, that Feixiao needed a woman, not a man; and lastly, that Moze and Jiaoqiu had no clue how to solve this issue.

Yukong wasn’t sure why she found that interesting, or why it was amusing to her. She wasn’t sure why she fixated on it. She wasn’t even sure when she rose up from her seat to sashay over to the pair, either. But, before she knew it, she was right by their table, her hands planted flat on the surface - a forward, aggressive lean that made her very ample chest sway in her not-that-tight dress.

“Hello, Doctor, hello, Moze,” Yukong said with a voice that was a bit more of a purr than she intended.

“Miss Charioteer,” Jiaoqiu said with overwhelming respect, yet his eyes shifted left and right as if he were nervous. 

“Miss,” Moze said a bit more neutrally.

Yukong smiled with her teeth. “I overheard that you two have a problem in need of solving?”

Jiaoqiu choked on his spit. He had the good grace to cover that up by bringing his cup of tea to his mouth. “I don’t know what you heard at all, but I assure you, it’s not what you think.”

“It’s not?” Yukong raised a dark jade eyebrow. 

“No,” said the doctor.

“Because if it was what I think,” Yukong said in a slow, measured voice, “Then I would be inclined to help you out with it.”

Jiaoqiu stared at her.

Moze cleared his throat. “You… would?”

Yukong still wasn’t entirely sure what she was doing, or why she was even doing it, but when she considered just how she felt after hearing her daughter getting absolutely railed - how horny it left her - and when she thought about Feixiao, everything just clicked into place. Yukong hadn’t gotten laid in a century, and the Great General was, perhaps, one of the single fittest, most built women she’d ever met. 

Yukong held up two fingers. “Let’s just say… it’s like killing two birds with one stone.”

Jiaoqiu stared at her for a moment, then folded his hands up. “...If that’s the case, then we have to make a plan of attack.”

“Of course,” Yukong agreed. “I’d expect nothing less to take down the Vanquishing General.”

“At this point it’s more like the lacking general, but I take your point,” the doctor murmured. “Pull up a seat, please, Miss Yukong, and let’s… discuss.”

Yukong was only too happy to do so.

Feixiao.

Fifty… fifty one… fifty two…

Feixiao was sick, but she didn’t feel sick, didn’t look sick. It wasn’t her Moon-Cursed affiliation that rendered her so impotent; it was something else, something new. Something that made her heart throb hard and fast, made her fangs itch within her mouth. Some nights, she got no sleep at all. Some days, she felt so hot and so intense that it was like an animal was trying to tear itself out of her skin.

Sometimes, she would find herself with the most aggravating hard-ons. She was used to sporting a morning wood, but that was just a normal thing - wasn’t it? She was sure it was. She had a dick, it sometimes got hard, it was what it was. Now, though, it seemed constant, with random hardons popping up when she least wanted them. Each time, she’d feel the most intense desires of her life swirl within her, making her belly ache something fierce.

She thought she was dying, but Jiaoqiu said she wasn't. She had a malady, he said, but was still figuring out a cure. She trusted her doctor implicitly, but the way that he refused to meet her eyes when he told her his diagnosis. She suspected that he was lying to her to salve her feelings. She wished he wouldn’t; if she was dying, if she had some incurable cancer, she’d rather know about it.

But she didn’t, and so she tried to just stick to her relaxing routines. She woke up bright and early, and she went for a run, as always. She got back home, and she worked out some more, to keep herself in shape. Even if she looked immaculate, even if she was at the very peak of her physical condition, she liked to ensure that she remained in such a state. It was a mark of pride for her, honestly.

One-hundred-twenty-four… one-hundred-twenty-five…One-hundred-twenty-six…

She liked looking good. Her strong shoulders, her firm biceps, the lines of her rippling abdomen in the mirror - she found them pleasant. She was in many ways the peak of physical fitness for  Foxian woman, and the very model of a General. Some people thought she was a slacker for her habits of being a bit late or running around too much, but it couldn’t be further from the truth.

Working out helped calm her down. When sweat was dripping down her face and streaming between her abs, she felt good. When the lactic acid was rising in her limbs and her breath came hot in her throat, she felt almost relieved. That ache in her stomach faded, and the energy in her loins seemed to bleed away.

Two hundred and ninety-nine… three hundred… 

In the mirror, her body flexed marvelously. Doing a few hundred pull ups always felt good to her. Her arms burned pleasantly, and her core flexed deliciously. The mirror in front of her, the one that helped her keep her poise and make sure her form was correct, showed her everything, when dressed down to compression shorts and a sports bra, the full, firm expanse of her body was shown in perfect detail - every muscle, every carved abdominal, laid bare.

Sweat dripped between her abs now, and it ran along her thighs. She didn’t mind it. She kept pulling herself up, then down; high enough to where her breasts pressed against the metal bar, then down low, to where her tall, white ears slid over it. She was a Foxian with no tail, a shame more profound than most for her kind - but her past as a slave had not been kind. No matter; her ears were more than enough for her. She did not need a tail for balance or form. 

They remained sensitive, and the left one - pierced through with a heavy gold jewelry - twitched the moment it heard her phone buzz with an incoming message. Huffing, Feixiao directed her bright, jade-coloured eyes over to the left, where she had her phone resting. Though she did not enjoy interruptions when working out, and especially not on a day off like today, she did understand the potential importance of it.

After all, she was a General, and a high-ranking one at that. Anything could come up. In fact, she was rather hoping for it. She did not want, per se, a day off, but Jiaoqiu had all but forced her into it - saying she needed to relax to get over her sickness, whatever it was. She felt a bit aimless, and so the buzzing of her phone heralded some potential work that could keep her mind off the boredom of having nothing to do at home.

She leaned over and stretched an impressively muscled arm. She did not stop her pull ups; she simply adjusted her remaining hand, shifted her weight, and began to perform one-handed pullups while using the other to open her phone. She had an incoming message, and for a moment, she didn’t recognize the number. 

It certainly wasn’t Moze or Jiaoqiu, that was for sure. Frowning, white brows drawn in, she swiped her thumb over the contact. The name Yukong appeared, and that surprised her. She blinked, then snorted a bit; a little confused smile rose to her mouth.

“I haven’t talked to you in…” She trailed off idly. “Shucks, have we ever texted? Strange.”

Yukong’s profile picture popped up beside her message. For a moment, Feixiao admired it. Yukong was older than Feixiao was, but she looked immaculate. Of course, long-lived races did not have many issues of aging, but Yukong looked incredible no matter what. Her amber eyes were warm, her dark, green hair was pleasant, and her motherly, mature look was just nice.

Feixiao had always thought that Yukong was a seriously beautiful woman. Now, though, as she looked at her profile picture, she felt an uncomfortable flush pass through her stomach - like a needle through her core. She grunted a bit as the discomfort spread; there was an ache in her that she couldn’t quite quench. She shook her head to push off the bout of dizziness, then attempted to focus on the message she’d been sent.

Yukong> Hello! Long time no talk!

             > How are you doing?

Feixiao blinked once, twice, then read over the message just to be sure of what it said. Strange, certainly, but she didn’t mind. Mentally shrugging, physically performing one-handed pull-ups, she tapped out a message with just her thumb.

Feixiao> Heyy! Lgn time for real11

             > Im ok just bsy with miltryy stuff!

             > sorry for tpyos texting while trining isn’t easy hhaa

Surprisingly, the message back was very fast to arrive. Feixiao really didn’t expect that, not with the kind of busy workload that she knew someone like Yukong would be under. She’d certainly heard from the other generals that Yukong was a very dedicated, diligent worker.

Yukong> Oh? You’re training this early in the morning?

Feixiao chuckled a bit. “You don’t know the half of it…”

>Of course! I gotta sty in shpe1! 

Yukong> Makes sense. I imagine it takes a lot of hard work to keep your body as delicious as it looks.

For once in Feixiao’s long, storied life, she felt a spike of confusion push its way through her brain. She stared helplessly at the phrase delicious body and gaped a bit. She didn’t know what that meant, but it made her stomach feel very, very hot.

“What the heck?” She whispered to herself. 

In lieu of anything more charming to say, Feixiao offered a particularly pathetic, >TY!

Yukong> I really do hate to ruin your training regime, but would you be able to spare some time for me?

Feixiao remained perplexed, and it showed through the rapid flicking of her ears. 

>Sure! What cn I help u w? 

Yukong> Well, it just so happens that I have a few days off, and I was told that you also had free time. I was wondering if you’d like to go out on a date with me today?

Feixiao choked on her spit. 

Yukong >You know, since we’re old friends and all, but we haven’t seen one another in a while. It would be pleasant to catch up!

Friend-date, that was what she meant, Feixiao realized. Still, that didn’t stop her fluster from rising, nor her panic. She stared at the request one moment, two moments, tried to internalize and rationalize that a really beautiful older woman who she hadn’t seen in forever was asking her out on a friend-date, and then panicked.

“Shit,” she swore. “Damnit, what do I do?!”

She swiped off Yukong’s contact and immediately pulled up her ever-loyal doctor. She thumbed the button and ran his phone as quickly as she could, and, still in the middle of her one-handed chin-ups, plopped the device against her long ear.

It rang once before Jiaoqiu picked up.

“Hellooo, Jiaoqiu speaking -”

“Jiaoqiu, you know it’s me,” Feixiao almost snapped, her tone unexpectedly angry; something she put down to her sickness. “Look, I've got a problem!”

“...It’s seven thirty in the morning, what problems could you possibly have?”

“Look,” Feixiao said with stress, “I just got a message out of the blue from Yukong, you know, Yukong, right, from the Commission, Yukong -”

“Yes, I know Yukong…”

“Right, and she’s asking me out! On a friend date!”

“...Right?”

“Well!?” Feixiao almost yelled into the phone. “What do I do?”

“You say yes, of course?” Jiaoqiu sounded exasperated. “I do want to remind you that I’m a doctor, not a therapist…”

“But what about-” Feixiao’s voice dropped as if she was being overheard, “my symptoms?”

“...I can assure you that it’s fine to go out, General.”

“What if they act up? Or flare up? Or something?” Feixiao grumbled. “You told me to stay home…”

“I said to relax, and this sounds relaxing,” said Jiaoqiu. “Go ahead and accept. I’m sure you’ll have a great time.”

Feixiao grumbled a bit more. “Are you sure?”

“Since when does the great general need to ask me those sorts of questions? Seize the day, or whatever it is you say.”

Finally, Feixiao sighed. “Fine. Thanks. Sorry for bothering you…”

“Oh, it’s fine. Have fun, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”

Oddly, the doctor was the one to end the call. Feixiao did not put much mind toward it. She, instead, nibbled on her lip, and then, after a moment of hesitation, flicked back over to Yukong’s contact.

Feixiao> srry fr the delay, dropped phone lol

             > Sounds fun! When do u wana meet?

Yukong> I’m just brushing out my fur right now, so perhaps in a couple of hours? We could make a day of it.

Feixiao tried not to think about Yukong brushing anything. >Sounds good. We can meet outside the Commission?

Yukong> What a dashing general, always coming up with a plan.

             > See you then, sweetie.

Feixiao’s ears flicked around very, very quickly. She felt hot, and flustered, and bothered, and the day had just started. 

“What the heck is going on today?” She murmured to herself. Then, she looked down at her sweat-slicked body, at her athleisure, and groaned. “Ugh… shower, find something to dress… shucks, what do people even wear on friend dates!?”

In the end, Feixiao wore what she did most days: her uniform, but without all the assorted paraphernalia. Her top was simple and elegant, though a bit stylish in the way that it was designed; mostly backless and entirely armless, with a neck-secured halter that showed off the extent of her muscled shoulders. Tasteful cutouts ran along her flanks, showing glimpses of her perfectly toned sides.

She wore her favorite brand of shorts, which were just long enough to be practical, and short enough not to be obtrusive. Ease of movement in black-clothed form. Her firm legs were bare save for a few belts and straps for holding stuff, her feet were tucked into combat boots, and a white jacket completed the look. Simple, standard. She was sure she looked good in it.

She wasn't sure why she wanted to look good, though. Yukong wasn’t the kind of person you simply dated, after all. She was too busy, too past that, or so it seemed. She was just a friend, but somehow, for some reason, Feixiao felt a pressure in her stomach to do more. She was sure it had something to do with her illness, but Jiaoqiu had yet to respond to any of her questions on the subject.

Feixiao arrived outside of the commission nice and early. For once, she wasn’t in a rush to get somewhere. She sat on a bench just outside and began to twiddle her thumbs, because she really didn’t know what she was doing there. She waited awkwardly, and was thoroughly unused to that sort of thing. Sometimes, just sitting still made her feel like an engine that was begging to be revved up.

Feixiao was - 

“Goodness, is that the General waiting on a bench?” said the warm, mature voice of Yukong. Feixiao would recognize it anywhere. It was a warm voice, strong and firm, but not particularly flirty. It was what it was, and Feixiao rather liked it. “For me?”

Feixiao followed the direction of the voice, which was right behind her, and slightly to the right. Immediately, she found a pair of breasts directly in front of her field of vision. That was just it; there was no more polite of a way to phrase it. Directly in front of her, so close she could touch, were two perfectly formed, gorgeous breasts, set within a dress of white and barely hugged by a silk wrap of cloth.

There wasn’t much cleavage with the silk camisole - or whatever it was - underneath, but there was a lot of breast on display. For a moment, and just a moment, Feixiao was uncharacteristically glued to the sight. Maybe in the past, a long time ago, she’d been pretty good at identifying girls by their bustlines - a fact that she had been inordinately proud of in her wild youth - but now, it fascinated her.

She wasn’t sure why that was. She wasn’t a young, hormonal horndog anymore, right? She swallowed hard - unexpectedly so - and brought her head up. There Yukong was, leaning right against the back of the bench. There was a little smile on her lips, and a warm look in her amber eyes. Her hair was fluffed out around her rather gorgeous face, forming a feathery bob.

“H-hey - hey,” Feixiao choked out. She jumped to her feet and stood up as straight as she could. She was a tall Foxian, and stood at a good six feet in height without counting her ears. Yukong, though, was also tall, and when she stood up straighter, she was just a few inches shorter. “I didn’t notice you there.”

“I assumed you wouldn’t, since I came up on you from behind,” Yukong mused a bit wryly. “Though…”

“Though…?” Feixiao asked. She struggled to keep her eyes on Yukong’s face, because gosh, this woman was a real beauty. Her figure was excellent, just wonderfully formed: athletic, well-kept, but curvy. Her dress was sinfully designed, with cutouts showing swathes of skin here and there. For just a moment, her eyes lingered on the underboob window just beneath her cleavage - showing just a hint of her breasts’ curves.

What are you doing? Stop staring, she mentally chided.

“I’m surprised I was able to sneak up on such a vaunted general,” Yukong mused. She smiled playfully as she moved around the bench, coming up to Feixiao’s side. She was a good five-eight, not too much shorter - a great height. 

“You didn’t sneak up on me,” Feixiao protested. “My mind was elsewhere, that’s all.”

“Oh, I’m sure,” Yukong said, and winked. Feixiao was momentarily taken back; it had been a while since she’d last hung out with Yukong, and she didn’t remember her being playful about anything. In fact, the older woman was always almost uncomfortably serious, with a quiet sadness about her on occasion. 

Or maybe, Feixiao had always overthought things, because right now Yukong looked incredible. Her dress, and the silky thing underneath, looked like it was painted onto her body. It hugged everything without a single hint of remorse, leaving nothing to the imagination. To wear something so confidently was almost baffling to Feixiao.

Before Feixiao could say anything, before she could get her mouth to work, Yukong spoke up. She did so as she reached out and ran her hands along the edges of Feixiao’s parted jacket, then up to her collar, which she smoothed out. It was a surprising and motherly gesture, almost; and then, right after, Yukong’s hands ran down Feixiao’s front, almost petting her stomach.

What the heck what the heck - Feixiao’s brain cells screeched.

“You dress up nicely, General,” Yukong mused. “You’re so very…hm, dashing, I think is a good word for it.”

Feixiao wet her mouth and worked her jaw. “It’s… the same as I always wear, actually. But thank you…”

“Then I’ll say you always look dashing,’ said Yukong. 

She’s messing with me, Feixiao concluded, because she wasn’t really sure what else that meant. Was she just being nice? Perhaps that was it: they hadn’t seen each other in a while, and though friends, they were distant ones. 

Feixiao cleared her throat. “Well, uh, you look great in that dress, you know, Yukong. I swear, you get more beautiful each time I see you.”

“Oh, thank you, dear,” Yukong said with a kind, patient smile - and then abruptly twisted, quite literally giving Feixiao a spin. The General’s eyes started to boggle out of her skull as the fullness of Yukong’s body was briefly, tantalizingly, flashed. “It’s always nice to know that an old lady like me can look good in a dress.”

Feixiao laughed with bemusement. “We’re long-lived, you always look good. You’re still one of the prettiest women I’ve ever met.”

“You’re such a charmer,” Yukong said warmly. She swept her hands down for a moment and gently brushed herself off; Feixiao’s eyes followed the movement. It was just about then that she noticed the bright red lines present against Yukong’s hip-window cutouts; the section of her dress left bare to show off the wide swell of her hips and the athletic dip of her waist.

Normally bare, there was, at that moment, bright, red strings over her hips, right against her waist - thin strings, like a bikini, and a bright red like cherry. They arched over the hip and went down beneath the dress, which could only mean that they were underwear. Panties, little more than a thong. Once that realization set in, Feixiao felt her mouth start to get very, very wet.

Uhhhhhhh.. Whoa… Feixiao thought. Okay. That’s bold.

Feixiao swallowed once, twice, and then struggled to concentrate. Her body felt so hot again, just like the other day. Was she already feeling sick? No, she couldn’t allow that. She had to stay calm. 

She cleared her throat and said, “S-so, what did you want to, uhm, do today? I’ll be honest, I don’t have too much of a plan in mind, but there’s a really nice diner that opened up on uh, up in the jade district…”

“Some lunch and a cup of tea would be a wonderful way to start the day,” Yukong said with a gentle clap of her hands. “How about we take one of the scenic skiffs to get there? It’s always a beautiful view, and it might give us some time to talk.”

“Aren’t those always packed around this time?” Feixiao asked with a little laugh. 

“I’m sure we’ll find space,” was all Yukong said. She slipped her hand forward and grabbed Feixiao’s; she pressed her fingers down into the general’s fingerless gloves and slid palms together. Feixiao, again, felt her pulse rise. “Come along, now, dear.”

“Y-yeah…” Feixiao murmured. 

Walking hand in hand with Yukong was not what Feixiao expected for the day, but that was exactly what she got. It wasn’t a long walk, not particularly, but it definitely made her think things that weren’t wholesome and made her pulse rise into her throat. The only thing to dull those sudden temperature-rising sensations was seeing the crowd that piled into the scenic starskiff at the port; the tour vessels were always busy.

“There’s practically no room,” Feixiao stammered as they stepped on board. “I might have to duel for a set of seats!”

Yukong laughed a bit; a mature, warm sound, nothing girlish, but entirely womanly. “As dashing as that would be, sweetie -”

Sweetie, Feixiao’s mind pulsated.

“-There’s a seat right there,” Yukong pointed out with a slender finger.

“...Oh. Perfect. I didn’t see that.” Feixiao moved right over and possessively crowded over the seat, then gestured. “Here, you sit, I’ll stand.”

Yukong chuckled. “Nonsense, there’s another seat for me.”

“I - what?” Feixiao looked around and laughed. “No, there isn’t. Really, I’m fine with just -”

Yukong pressed her hands against Feixiao’s belly, causing her to hiss a bit. The older woman then pushed with a surprising amount of force, which easily caused the General to slump backward into the seat. She had to remember that Yukong was a woman who kept in shape and was proficient with a starbow, which naturally meant that she had to have some good arm strength.

“I said sit,” Yukong said wryly. Now, she was standing in front of Feixiao, and it was a bit distracting to say the least. The red lines of what might have been a thong were brutally apparent from her hip cutouts, and the swell of her breasts looked larger than ever from that downward angle. 

Feixiao cleared her throat and shook her head; she didn’t know why these thoughts were in her head at all. “Where, uh, where are you going to sit, though?”

Yukong shook her head a bit, as if amused. “Right here, of course.”

She immediately plopped herself down right into Feixiao’s lap.

The proud general jolted back, as if shocked. She gulped, like a teenager. She shivered as the older, gorgeous, Foxian woman sat herself down right into her lap, right on her thighs, practically against her pelvis -  the curve of a shockingly plush ass squishing right down. Yukong was a bit heavy, but nothing significant. She was warm, though, and she smelled very, very nice. Mouthwateringly so, in fact.

Her tail, long and gorgeous, curled against Feixiao’s body. It was just as warm and smelled just as nice as the rest of her. Feixiao, frankly, had no idea what to do about any of this - and when Yukong leaned back into her makeshift seat, when her gorgeous ass applied pressure, the general nearly whined. She felt terribly hot again, and her cock was stiffening rapidly in her shorts.

Dangerously close to that ass, in fact, but she didn’t know what to do - didn’t know if she should warn Yukong, or push her off, or… anything, really.

“You don’t mind, do you?” Yukong asked from over her shoulder. Her hair boasted a long tail in the back, a stream of midnight jade that went down to her tail; one rarely saw it from the front, but it also looked pretty as it hung across her dress. 

“No,” Feixiao choked out. “Not at all.”

“Thanks, darling,” Yukong said with a warm smile. But, then, she wriggled back in Feixiao’s lap, applying awfully wonderful pressure. “Mhm, you feel rather hard back here…”

Feixiao choked on her spit. “Ah -”

“Have you been working out more than before?” Yukong ever-so-quickly quipped, salving over Feixiao’s sudden hard-on related panic. 

“...I do more situps? Than before? And… squats…” The general awkwardly said, even though she wasn’t sure how much of a difference that would make.

“I see.” Yukong nodded politely. “I do love a woman who can stay in shape.”

Feixiao’s throat felt tight. “You do, do you?”

“There’s just something appetizing about someone who can, oh, I don’t know - pin me down, so to speak,” Yukong explained.

Feixiao’s brain felt like it was trudging through mud. “...Pin you down?”

“Yes, you know - sparring. That sort of thing.”

Feixiao paused. Laughed, then, very awkwardly. “Right, of course. I mean, I can do that pretty, uh, well…”

Yukong looked at her and smiled. “Is something wrong? Something on your mind, perhaps?”

“Nope, not at all,” she choked out. “So… uhm… how far away is this place, anyway?”

“You’re the one leading me there, handsome.”

“Right.” Feixiao nodded. “My mistake. It’s just three stops, I think, from here…”

Wait, her mind throbbed, handsome??? 

Feixiao started to feel very hot and very bothered again - and popped one of the orange-flavoured pills that Jiaoqiu had given her lest her terrible sickness return full-force. 

The diner was beautiful. Perched atop a cliffside over a scenic garden route, it was a gorgeous place. Large, too, almost three stories in height, capable of holding over a hundred tables. Getting a balcony seat had been easy for Feixiao; the place wasn’t too busy yet, and her appearance and name were enough to get her a nice spot. 

That was all fine. The place was nice looking, it was very upscale, it just felt cute - a great spot to catch up with a woman you hadn’t talked to or seen in a while. Feixiao was not nervous about such a thing; she had long since grown out of her weird nerves or anything of the sort. She was an experienced adult woman. She was not some tongue-tied teenager, not at all, not for over a hundred years.

And yet - and yet. Sitting across from Yukong felt like the universe was doing its damned best to turn back the clock, because Feixiao was staring right at that scandalous dress and that gorgeous neckline. Not only was Yukong just beautiful, but the swell of her breasts was intoxicating. Feixiao had noticed it before, but now, in her weird, sick state, it was almost addictive.

They were big. Bigger than her own, which sat at a comfortable D-cup. Double? Triple? Bigger? She wasn’t sure, but they were beautiful. The white dress clung to their sides, and then silk wrap-camisole-whatever-it-was, she didn’t know, hugged the rest. There wasn’t much cleavage, but there was a lot of breast. They were perfectly outline in size and heft, showing off the depth of her curvature.

The little window of peach-white skin at the very bottom of her cleavage was driving Feixiao insane.

“Did you figure out what you wanted?” Yukong asked her gently.

“Milk,” Feixiao murmured as she stared at Yukong’s chest.

“Hm? What was that?” Yukong inquired with a flick of her eyes and a tilt to her ears.

“A-ah… I was, uh…” Feixiao cleared her throat and snapped her eyes up. Yukong was staring right at her. She was smiling. “Erm…”

“Wandering eyes?” Yukong asked coyly. 

Fexiao choked out a breath. “I was -”

“Oh, don’t worry about it,” Yukong laughed a bit, apparently entirely casual about it. “I don’t mind a bit of staring. Certainly, not from such a dashing general.”

Feixiao swallowed roughly, then laughed awkwardly. “I didn’t mean to cause offence.”

“No offence taken; I’m just happy that someone finds me attractive at my age,” Yukong said. Her tail swished behind her in an alluring gesture. There was just something flirtatious about it all - about the way that Yukong’s hand was almost wafting over her chest, her fingers vaguely stroking her gossamer-thin shoulder straps.

Feixiao was finding it hard to meet her eyes. “We’re a long-lived race, uh, you’re literally not that old at all. Practically in your prime, Miss Yukong.”

“Well, if you call me miss any more, I might really start thinking I’m just an old woman,” Yukong mused.

“Yukong,” Feixiao corrected in a thick voice. “You don’t look a day over one-hundred.”

Yukong laughed. It was such a nice sound, yet it made Feixiao feel like she was going to combust. Just what was wrong with her? “It’s always nice hearing a compliment from such a handsome woman.”

Feixiao wet her mouth. Was she being flirted with? Was Yukong flirting with her? It felt like it, but that wasn’t possible. She’d never shown any interest in the few centuries they’d known one another. Feixiao was just sick. That was what this was - hallucinatory side-effects, it had to be.

She snapped a text off to Jiaoqiu, just to ask if that was possible.

No answer.

The waiter came by their table. “Are you ready with your orders, or would you like a bit more time?”

Yukong looked at Feixiao, then looked back. “I think we’re ready. I’d like a nice bergamot tea, and a berrypheasant wrap, please…”

Feixiao opened her mouth to speak, but didn’t get far enough to form a single syllable. At that moment, she felt something brush against her bare leg; the smoothness of another leg, set against her own. It was, at first, just a jolt of contact, but a moment later it returned a bit more firmly. A very warm, very smooth, silky soft leg was sliding against her own.

Yukong’s leg was pressed up to her thigh.

Feixiao choked on air.

“And she will have a coffee, two milks, three sugars, and the Sugar Roast sandwich,” Yukong finished. She handed the menus to the waiter, and then smiled at his departure. Belatedly, she looked at Feixiao and cocked her head. “You still only drink coffee, correct? I didn’t want to assume.”

“Yeah, no, I still love it,” Feixiao said thickly. “You uh. Ordered for me?”

“Yes - oh, I hope you don’t mind,” Yukong said gently. She leaned against the table a tiny bit and put her chin into her hand; her breast pooled pleasantly against her bicep as she did so. That would have caught Feixiao’s eyes more, but right then she was a tiny bit distracted by the leg thrust against - between - her own. “I tend to do that, sometimes.”

“It’s fine,” Feixiao said a bit awkwardly. “Sounds great. I’m sure I’ll like it.”

Yukong smiled and cocked her head. Her leg remained in place, just sliding. Up, down. Up, down. 

Feixiao gulped a bit. “Not much room at these, uh, tables, are there…?”

“They are a bit tight,” Yukong said gently. “But I’m sure you’re good with tight things, General?”

“Eh?” Feixiao tried not to think about all the various things that sentence could mean - tried not to let all the various possibilities distract her or inflame her. “I… get in tight spots a lot, I guess, yeah, I’d say I’m good at handling them…”

“Tight spots, of course.” Yukong continued to lean into her arm and stare right at Feixiao. “It’s been so long since we last did anything like this, Feixao. Why don’t you tell me about what you’ve been doing since then? Regal me with some dashing tale of yours, perhaps?”

“Y-yeah, yeah, I can do that,” Feixiao rumbled, and tried to force her waning attention span into something more focused. She’d always been pretty good at the whole boasting and telling stories thing, but it was all really just a tiny bit distracting when she had a gorgeous view in front of her and a smooth leg just sliding against her own, as if it was on purpose.

Feixiao did not recall ‘friend dates’ being so damned agonizing, frankly.

Their lunch was nice, if a bit agonizing. Yukong’s brushing and touching hadn’t quite faded with time, and her constant leaning into the table had shown off a lot of chest. Keeping eye contact had been difficult. Keeping her hard on down had been even more difficult. She’d been terribly relieved when they stood up again, and she was allowed to just walk of her own volition.

All they really did was go for a walk and enjoy the park. That should have been fine enough, but Yukong insisted on walking arm-in-arm. It really shouldn't have meant anything to Feixiao, but it had been a long time since she’d felt the softness of a woman’s breasts right up against her bicep, and that was very distracting. They were just squishing right in there, trapping her skin in a velvet embrace she couldn’t, and wouldn’t, pull away from. 

Dizzying.

“You’re really close, aren't you?” Fiiao had murmured at one point, her voice almost pathetic in her throat.

“Am I?” Yukong asked with a tilt of her head. “I do apologize. It’s just that – well, your arms feel so nice and toned, you see, and I’m quite fascinated by them. I can really tell you’ve been working them out, darling.”

It was a slew of words that made Feixia’s brain cells feel like mush. Having soft breasts trapped against her was one thing, but when Yukong began to run her finger against them? Her mind was spinning into overdrive. 

“I’ve been doing my best, yeah,” she choked out. “I like staying in shape – ah, but I’ve told you that already, haven’t I?”

Yukong made a pleasant noise, something like a giggle. “You did, but it’s very nice to see. You have such an excellent body, Feixiao. I could almost eat food off it.”

Feixiao did not need that mental image in her head, not at all. If the goal of this outing was to stay calm and get rid of this sickness, it was failing miserably. She only felt hotter and more bothered than ever before, and the ache in her belly was traveling lower – almost down to her damned balls, if such a thing were possible. She tried to shake it out of her head, and tried to engage Yukong in simple conversation as they walked through the parkland, but that was difficult indeed.

She liked to think she survived it, though, as one would survive a particularly magnificent fight in the arena. He dueled her way to supremacy, arm in arm with Yukong, getting over the feeling of her breast on that hand running against her strong bicep – until they made it back to a gorgeous district in the laofu where buildings rose proudly and architecture unfolded in cloud-like arcs. 

“It’s not often that I come to this area,” Yukong confessed as she pulled away. “It’s only when I’m in a certain type of mood, but I’ve always found them pretty.”

“Certain mood?” Feixiao inquired. They were walking side by side now, far more respectable and nerve-soothing than before. “I’ve never really shopped here, I just know it’s a bit popular with women.”

“Oh, they have all the latest fashion in lingerie and smallclothes,” Yukong said.

Feixiao’s brain stopped functioning. “Ah.”

“When I feel like dolling myself up, you could say, I like to buy something nice," Yukong explained gently. “A nice bra, perhaps a thong. Of course, I don't have many occasions to wear them, but it’s nice to feel… oh, sexy, I suppose.”

“Ah,” Feixiao mumbled again, her cheeks heating up rather intensely. Now she had to imagine Yukong wearing and dressing up in lingerie, which was one heck of an agonizing experience. Her eyes snapped down to the very bright red thong that stood out straight against the woman’s hip, then back up again.

“I probably sound silly right now,” Yukong then laughed, “Talking about lingerie with a General."

“N-no, it’s fine –“

“Especially when I’m wearing a dress," Yukong said slowly, as if to savour every word, “That I clearly wouldn’t be able to fit a bra under.”

Feixiao was going to submit herself to the Divination Commission after this.  She had never known a brain could ‘blue screen’ before, but she was now experiencing it first hand.

She felt like she was out of the frying pan and right into the fire, somehow. Her body felt prickly and warm, and that wasn’t because of the distant system's sun moving across the Laofu’s skyline. No, just being around Yukong, and hearing her speak, was getting her hot and bothered and flustered - and I didn’t get any easier even as the hours wore down.

“I’m feeling a bit hot,” Feixiao had murmured at one point, and tied her jacket around her waist – only for Yukong to immediately run her hands over her shoulders, even sliding up onto her toes to reach them properly.

“You must show me your training regime one day,” Yukong told her. “These shoulders are magnificent.”

“I can – yeah, we could go for a run or something sometime,” Feixao had said, almost pathetically.

Yukong smiled, content and happy. “I’d love to have you stretch me you, Feixiao.”

And once again, the last few portions of Feixiap’s brain that were able to form coherent sentences collapsed like dying stars.

She tried to distract herself, tried to be as exuberant and as outgoing as she was normally meant to be – at least, before this terrible malady had taken hold of her. However, no matter what she did, Feixiao matched her, beat for beat. At some point, he would just be leading Feixiao by the hand, and the once-infamous General was helplessly locked down by the sight of her ass swaying in her dress.

She hadn’t even really known that dresses could be so damned sexy before this exact point in time. It was practically painted onto Yukong's body, and without her usual fur-lined cloak, everything was highlighted perfectly. Her ass looked so fantastic in her clothes that it was beyond insane; it looked so round and so plump and she wanted to do nothing more than flip up the ends and just see it perfection first-hand –

Feixiao almost felt herself drooling, and had to consciously stop it. She popped another pair of pills the doctor had given her, and mashed down the orange taste with a thick gulp. Shaking her head and trying to ignore the sway of Yukong’ hips – really, did women actually have to walk like that? Side to side, so perfect? – and attempted to regain control.

“Look, it's one of those claw machine things,” Feixiao said, and gestured along a boardwalk of fashionable little stalls and wonderful little games. “I haven't seen one of those in ages." 

“That’s because those are all scams,’” Yukong giggled pleasantly. 

Feeling a bit bold, Feixa winked and gestured to herself with her thumb. “I'm the best at these sorts of things.”

“Oh? A General and a  gamer?" Yukong smiled. “I’m such a lucky woman to be in the presence of such talent."

Feixiao felt her heart flutter. “H-here, pick something, and I’ll win it for you.”

“So charming, too. Be still, my swooning heart.”

Feixiao gulped. Once more, she felt the last brain cells in her head bouncing off one another, hitting her skull, or one another, to leave her dizzy. It should have been fine, she should have been normal: all she was doing was playing a damned little machine game, after all.

But, she had no idea how to cope with the sensation of Yukong slinging herself across her back, wrapping arms around her shoulders, and leaning into her neckline. How was she meant to deal with those soft breasts lodged against her backside? She couldn’t, not really. She struggled to concentrate while Yukong held onto her from behind, skin pressed against skin, hot breath against her pierced ear…

“Oops, you slipped,” Yukong whispered into her ear as the little claw failed to grab its mark. 

“S-sorry…”

“I do think you’re supposed to use things fast and hard, you see?”

Feixiao choked on her spit. 

Okay, so Feixiao was not handling things nearly as well as she wanted to. Between Yukong’s proximity, the way that she carried herself, the way that she spoke - it was driving Feixiao insane. She didn’t know if it was because of her sickness or what, but she had never been more aroused in her entire life. Her cock was absolutely stiff in her pants, painfully so, and those shorts she wore on a daily basis were not meant for all this.

The only thing limiting the full extent of her hard-on was the fact that there was no room for her dick to expand, because otherwise, things would have been a lot less respectable. As it was, she struggled to keep her arousal down, barely able to shove it away - into the back of her mind. She tried to keep a handle on herself over the course of what felt like agonizing hours, from midday to evening, but all that it achieved was a sensation akin to a slow drowning.

And all that shattered when Yukong yawned and stretched.

“Goodness, all this walking has made me rather sore,” Yukong mused as she pressed her hands against a nearby railing of polished wood. “All that standing around in the Commission must have put my legs a bit out of shape!”

“Fuwahamahe,” Feixiao murmured drunkenly, because Yukong decided to stretch in front of her - and stretch like a cat. Her spine arched, her body dropped down, bowed inward; her hips rose. Her back formed an inward curve. Her ass pushed up, and her tail flicked out majestically. A slow, languorous stretch, working out every muscle, showing off every single perfectly highlighted curve, the dress riding higher and higher, threatening to show off more and more and more, more thigh, more ass, more…

“What was that?” Yukong hummed. She rose to her feet, pushed her arms above her head, and stretched sensually; her spine still perfectly curved, her breasts pushed out, everything highlighted by the fading sun. 

Feixiao’s mouth felt like paste. Her brain cells had died, and her inner thought process was replaced by a high-pitched screech.

“...Yes,” said Feixiao dumbly.

Yukong smiled and laughed. “You’re cute. I like that.”

“Thank you,” Feixiao murmured, “I think.”

Yukong looked up at the sky, then back around again. “I didn’t realize just how late it was. Ah, I suppose time flies when you’re having fun.”

“Definitely,” Feixiao forced herself to say. She tried to get the vision of Yukong stretching out of her mind, but she was failing spectacularly. “Would you like to call it a day? I can bring you home, erm…”

“Trying to get rid of me so quickly?” Yukong asked with a smile, her ears flicking around in what could have been a teasing gesture.

“No, no,” Feixiao sputtered. “I just don’t want to… step on your boundaries…”

“Well,” Yukong sounded out gently as she seemed to walk around Feixiao, "I'd love to go home and invite you in for some tea, but I’m afraid I allowed my daughter to have the house today… and that means she’s most likely being intimate with her partner.”

“Intimate,” Feixiao murmured. 

“They’re probably having some very loud sex right now,” Yukong said with a glint in her eyes, “Oh, if that’s not too improper to say.”

Sex, her mind pulsated. Feixiao worked her jaw. “Not at all, I get it. Youth, right?”

“Youth,” Yukong agreed. “So, I’d rather not walk in on them, and, well, we’ve been having such a nice time…”

Yukong slid her arm around Feixiao’s. “Perhaps, I could go with you to your home? I’ve never seen it before, and I’m so curious to see where you sleep.”

Friend date friend date friend date friends friends friends, Feixiao repeated over and over. Outwardly, she grinned, flashed a thumbs-up, and nodded. “Sure, sounds good. I’m down with that, for sure.”

“I do have to warn you, though,” Yukong said gently, “I am very thirsty.”

Feixiao forced her brain to reboot. “Uhm. But I only have coffee, I have to warn you…”

“There are other things to parch my thirst,” Yukong said vaguely as she trailed a finger along Feixiao’s bicep.

Feixaio threw back another set of pills and wondered how long it would take for her to die of an overdose.

If Feixiao thought that having Yukong in her home would somehow make things better, it very much did not.

Yukong, in her graceful flair, wanted to be shown around; she was friendly and complimentary, offering kind remarks about various furniture or tools of the trade. She looked at Feixiao’s weapon collection fondly, and smiled politely each and every time.

“They’re wonderful,” she’d say, “I can tell you treat them with pride.”

“They’re weapons, I know they’re probably a bit… choice… to have around a home,” Feixiao chuckled.

“They’re beautiful and fetching,” Yukong said as she eyed up a particularly elegant axe. “Just like you, in fact.”

And once again, Feixiao would be reduced to a flushing mess. As if it couldn’t get worse than compliments and off-handed comments, Yukong would intentionally rise onto the tips of her toes to touch tall shelves, brush hanging weapons, or paintings, or whatever she could find, really - each time arching her back and pushing her ass out, as if intentionally.

Her dress rode up treacherously high each and every time.

Feixiao felt like she was going to faint, or felt like she was going to get a hard-on that broke through her pants. Her jaw chattered each time Yukong crossed one leg over the other, constantly shifting between left and right, showing off too much thigh, too much softness. How could any woman be this beautiful? It was insane.

Feixiao was being driven insane.

“Coffee really is just too bitter for me,” Yukong said at length, as the two attempted to have a nice, calming, relaxing drink together in the living room. 

“I’m sorry, I really don’t stock up on tea,” Feixiao replied, trying to keep it cool and calm. “I’ve got plenty of sugar, though. Let me go get you -”

“Oh, no, no, you just sit tight,” Yukong said gently. She smoothed out her dress, rose to her feet elegantly, and then moved over to the cupboards to the right - and proceeded to get up on the tips of her toes, reach way too high for sugar that was in very easy reach, and push her ass and tail out so far that Feixiao’s eyes were bulging again.

Half of Feixiao’s mental processes had already shut down. She did not feel like a dashing general, but like a half-wild animal. She was starting to think that the Moon Curse had finally, truly sunk its claws into her, turning her into a mere abomination - one that could not stop drooling over Yukong.

She fumbled her speech. She got her tongue twisted more than once. Her fangs felt too big in her mouth now. Yukong giggled each time as if she were being cute, but Feixiao was honestly struggling. She was practically fuming, honestly, her ears themselves going red now. 

“Oops,” Yukong said without much emotion, “I seem to have dripped this a bit. How clumsy of me.”

Feixiao watched coffee soak into the dress. She stared at Yukong’s hand as she dragged her dress away from her chest, which was now far more slick than before. The coffee soaked into the fabric, revealing more skin, more tightness, the turgid nub of a nipple -

Feixiao was going to rip her eyes out.

“I do hope this doesn’t stain,” Yukong sighed wistfully, but almost falsely, as if entirely faking it. “Perhaps I should take it off and clean it up…?”

Feixiao swallowed hard. “I don’t think, uh, I don’t think you should - maybe not…”

She watched Yukong’s hand drift down her dress. It moved right to her flashy hip cutout, where that hip-high red strap was visible. Her thong, or whatever it was, stretched up like a showy badge of pride. Her finger trailed over it. Traced it out, as if to highlight it. The fingers plucked; a single nail hooking beneath the fabric, then snapping it back against her hip.

One snap.

Two snaps.

Three snaps.

Feixiao’s jaw chattered. “Yukong, ah…”

Yukong smiled as she pulled gently on the strap. Her underwear strap. “You know, you’ve shown me everywhere in your house but the bedroom. Why’s that, Feixiao?”

“It doesn't seem appropriate,” Feixiao grunted forcefully. She felt like a wild dog, a wild fox, that couldn’t speak right.

“I’m just interested in seeing where the famous General sleeps at night,” Yukong said gently.

Snap, went the line of her underwear. 

“I’m just so very interested in testing out your mattress, you see," Yukong said oh so innocently. “How well do the springs work? How soft is it?” Yukong smiled, showing off her Foxian fangs. “If I bite down, will the pillows rip…?”

Feixiao stared as the red pantyline was snapped back against a hip once again.

“I don’t think I could do that,” Feixiao grumbled, her pulse rising fast. She was inflamed from top to bottom. She was actually on fire. Her hard-on was going to shred her pants. Her belly was aching something fierce. She was going crazy. She was going crazy, right?

“Why not?”

“I don’t think the room would survive it,” she mumbled around her fangs.

Yukong laughed at her. A bright, tinkling noise, which was thoroughly undermined by the heavy bedroom eyes that the woman now poured upon Feixiao. “Oh, darling… Do you think I dress like this-”

Snap, went the red thong.

“-Everyday?” Yukong purred. Actually purred, her voice throaty and raw. With those heavy bedroom eyes and the shifting of legs - Yukong actually sliding them apart, now - Feixiao felt something inside of her body break. “Do you think I really came over to your house for coffee?”

Snap, went the red thong.

Snap, went whatever was left of Feixiao’s cultured, clinical brain.

Whatever it was - her willpower, her normalcy, her higher brain function - it broke. Snapped in half. Shredded, reduced to nothingness. Her brain collapsed into that pit of white-hot fog that she had been fighting off the entire day, and now the arousal came bubbling up in an inferno. There was no controlling it. It overwhelmed the last few conscious parts of her head, and turned Feixiao into exactly what her body was built to be:

A one-woman Foxian stud-farm.

She leapt forward and almost slammed against Yukong on the couch. The woman laughed throatily, and then cooed delightfully, in the seconds before their lips were smashing together oh-so-roughly. Feixiao did what her nature demanded, and was rewarded with a burst of stimulation that made her spine sizzle with heat. A low groan rose up from her mouth, and it was matched by a rough purr from Yukong.

Feixiao’s hands slammed against Yukong’s body. She grabbed onto her breasts instantly and latched on like a starving child might; she gripped them, groped into them, and made herself groan just to feel them. That luscious softness, the pleasant shift of skin, was delicious. They were bigger than her palms, which meant that there was so much for her to caress. She dug in hard, and each squish, each shift, rewarded her with another burst of sensory satisfaction that she could not have felt otherwise.

Felt - she felt wired. Horny, drunk, high as all fuck, everything and more. She was intoxicated on her emotions, and she felt like a feral animal. She was starving. Just squeezing those tits felt utterly delicious, but kissing those lips? Oh, it was a fine, thick wine, a heavy, foamy beer. She groaned into it, shuddering, drinking up the taste as much as she could, as fast as she could.

She needed it. She groaned and sank down, her mouth rolling, sliding in, her teeth dragging against a plush lower lip. It took Feixiao moments, frankly, to even realize that she was being kissed back: that Yukong was mashing her mouth up against her, and applying pressure. She dug in and nuzzled down, noses brushing; Feixiao pushed her head forward, knocking foreheads together.

They rubbed with an almost canine flick. It was wholly, utterly satisfying, to the depth of her core. She growled, and then parted her mouth; tried to shove her tongue inside of Yukong’s mouth. The older woman accepted the demanding press, and Feixiao thrust in with the force of a spear. Hard and fast did she push down, seeking to conquer that silken cavern with every bit of her writhing muscle.

It rolled around in an undulating caress, then plunged in deeper. Foxian tongues were a touch rough, so it dragged with friction. Yukong did not mind it. She purred in tandem and sent her own tongue rising up to mash into Feixiao’s. They caressed for a moment before the wrestling began: a hot, unsteady series of gyrations that sent over-abundant saliva squelching into places it barely belonged.

But she still wanted more. She dug her hands down into Yukong’s body, pulling at her dress - almost ripping the straps right off her shoulders, snapping the ephemeral silk like the nothingness it was. Yukong gasped against her lips; her spine seemed to arch. Her hands were pressing against Feixiao, but the studly General - was that what she was? It was so hard to remember anymore - didn’t care.

Feixiao -

Yukong bit her lip. She dug her fangs right down and bit hard. An aroused moan left Feixiao’s throat, and her cock throbbed hard in her shorts. As the white-furred Foxian shifted, the green-furred one pushed up. She slid her hand against the back of Feixiao’s neck and grabbed her by the nape, as if she was an unruly child. The other hand grabbed her head by the roots of her hair and pulled hard.

Feixiao groaned as Yukong lifted her head away from her mouth, dragged her away like some starving little fox. She tried to dive right back in for another fierce kiss, but that did not happen. Yukong’s hand planted itself upon her face, stopping her from going too far.

“Now, now, let’s not get too hasty,” Yukong purred. Her tone was warm and smooth, like melted butter. Or something. Feixiao’s mind was not up to the task of forming coherent analogies. “I happen to like my dress, dear… so I want you to peel it off. Slowly.”

Feixiao didn’t have the capacity to handle something like that, but with a hand on her nape and the other now on her chin, mashing her cheeks together, she could only nod in assent. She was really, really not fit for this, could barely control her shaking hands in the exact way they were wanted - but she did it.

Roughly, she dragged on Yukong’s dress without ripping it. She pulled it down, peeling it across silken flesh, showing off more and more of that peachy, pristine whiteness - a gorgeous shade of sun-warmed perfection. Feixiao’s mouth was watering. There was no higher thought in her brain but her raw desire for this woman, and though obedience fit badly upon her shoulders, she’d do what she needed to.

“Don’t rip it,” Yukong seemed to purr, “or I shall be quite cross with you.” 

And so Feixiao pulled, and dragged, and drew. The cloth clung to the contours of Yukong’s breasts. It refused to let go. She tugged harder, and resisted the mindless urge to just rip and tear into it. A hot breath left her throat as she watched those gorgeous mounds push free with agonizing slowness, as if the entire Laofu was taunting her.

But then, the slack gave way. The cloth dragged down once it was past its final hurdle, and the perfection of bountiful breasts was revealed to her hungry eyes. Those tits looked so good. Not the biggest she’d ever seen, but big. Gorgeous, sizable, and perfect. Maybe, that was just her insane libido speaking, but it felt very, very real.

“Don’t leave a mark,” Yukong salaciously drawled.

Feixiao went down hard. She sank down over the plush sweep of a breast and began to worship it: kissing the rounded skin, nuzzling straight into the perfect softness. It was so squishy against her face; so nice and perfectly soft against her hand. One palm aggressively cupped a fat tit, and pushed in from below; kneading it and groping it in equal measure, hefting its weight, and enjoying every last ounce of it.

She squeezed hard, and Yukong let out a warm breath. Feixiao nuzzled down and kissed along a swathe of whiteness, lathering it up in the over-abundant saliva that left her mouth. She was drooling over Yukong’s tit, and she didn’t care. She didn’t rationalize it, didn’t consider it, nothing. She just kissed down with hot, open-mouthed touches, each one firm and forceful, each one nuzzling right into the skin.

“So eager,” Yukong hummed. “Delightful…”

Feixiao ran her tongue across the pink bud of a nipple; it was stiff as could be, as eager as Feixiao herself. Maybe she was imagining that, but she didn’t spare her few remaining brain cells toward it. She wrapped her lips around it and suckled it up, pulling on it like a child at the teat. She was starved, she was thirsty, and she tugged as if she was going to reward herself with a mouthful of milk.

She did not. Instead, she earned herself scratchy moans and happy groans from Yukong. Her hand raked through Feixiao’s hair, keeping its firm grip. It felt pleasant, really. The firm, gripping touch, the kneading pushes, it was delightful, left knees quivering in on themselves. Feixiao slurped on the captured nub, her mouth pulling, her tongue dragging - the sharp edge of her teeth biting.

“Now, who told you to do that?” Yukong said. Feixiao did not answer. She suckled hard, teeth dragging against the pinkness; she pulled back, then latched onto the other breast with the same feverishness. She clamped down around the entire pink areola and slurped hard, evoking another moan. She slurped and she suckled while hands groped and squished, kneading it all out of shape with ever-more-ferocious touches.

But Yukong was not just there to take it. She rolled her shoulders back and pulled on Feixiao’s nape, dragging her away from a nipple with a wet pop. A string of heavy saliva hung from the feral general’s mouth, forming a neat bridge toward the left breast. Smirking, Yukong pushed down; guiding Feixiao between her chest, then down over her ribs, close to the skin.

“I’m not undressed yet,” Yukong told her, and so Feixiao obliged. Awkwardly, roughly, but earnestly, she pulled on the dress, freeing up more and more skin. It was like unwrapping a present, and Feixiao was delighted. Everything about Yukong was just perfect. Her skin was like silk, it was flat to the touch, and nicely toned; a perfectly kept, womanly body, that made her pulse ache.

She raked her tongue across a flat, smooth stomach, and kissed the dip of a navel. Yukong giggled and brought her hips up - only for Feixiao to pull her ass up higher, to better drag her dress off. It was a clumsy, awkward thing, with long legs folding and unfolding, but she did her best. Her mind did not really process any particular moment, but just soaked in the totality of it.

Well, perhaps, one thing took her focus. That infuriating, red lingerie, plastered beneath the dress. As it was dragged down, Feixiao got to see them properly. Small, skimpy things. Barely underwear. A bikini, maybe. There was no reason to wear something that sinful or that red unless you were actively trying to get railed. That made sense, didn’t it? She was sure it did.

Just looking at it inflamed Feixiao. She felt like a bull in the arena. Maybe she was one. She saw red, and she felt red, and she grew inflamed; she wanted to nip and tear. Now, though, Yukong was spreading her legs wide, and leaning back against the couch; warm, comfortable, and proudly naked, she looked like a damned goddess. An Aeon, truly.

“Since you’re so eager to use your mouth, you can go down on me,” Yukong said in that warm, buttery voice - but firm, like she was commanding the pilots of the Laofu, like she was giving navigation orders to her subordinates. “And don’t come up until I cum, you understand, dear?”

Feixiao growled her assent. She could not speak. She did not know if speaking was even something she could properly do anymore. At least, not then, not at that second - not as she dove down, kissing all the while, moving along belly and pelvis and down between Yukong’s infuriatingly perfect thighs. They were already spread apart; there was no need to grab onto them and push.

There was, however, every single need to grab hold of those infuriating hip straps and tear at them. She snapped them under her strength and yanked them aside, ripping them off without a care in the world. Yukong let out a noise of disappointment; she even flicked Feixiao’s head. She did not care. The woman didn’t care. She sank right down, without any sort of stupid red lingerie in the way, and went to work.

Animalistically, perhaps. Roughly, for sure. Though Feixiao did not have much higher thought processes in those moments, she knew what she was doing. It was instinctive and ingrained, almost biological. She sank down because that was exactly what she was meant to do, and she oh-so-roughly pressed her lips straight against the woman’s gorgeous core in seconds.

Less than seconds. Down she went, and lips mashed down exactly where they were meant to go. A hot, unyielding kiss, applying pressure, moving with all the firmness in her body. She planted down that hot, sloppy press, and she drew her mouth against it oh-so-roughly. Maybe too rough, but Yukong wasn’t some silky noblewoman, wasn’t Fu Xuan, or some such thing. Feixiao wouldn’t break her.

Not like this, at least. 

Her mouth ran down in a hot, eager caress. She slurped at the bare expanse of Yukong’s folds, tasting them, tasting their eagerness, in one gulp. Her mouth rolled into place, finding an easy spot to suckle. Mashing lips applied unyielding pressure, the kind that made Yukong’s breath come out in a happy moan. Disappointed she may be in the loss of her underwear, but not disappointed with Feixiao’s eagerness.

“Oh,” Yukong breathed out. Feixiao heard the moan; her sensitive ear twitched, and her piercings tinkled against one another. She didn’t care too much. Her lips raked at those silky folds, pushing across the lines and dips and flower-like petals in her way. She didn’t actively think about what she was doing, but she absolutely did it; unconscious talent leading her on the right path.

Feixiao could not remember the last time she had gone down on a girl. Granted, she could remember very little of anything in that moment besides her name, but she was sure that this was the best taste that had been in her mouth in a long damned time. Sinking down, kissing hotly, pressing a series of warm caresses over those folds, was something that just made her mouth sizzle.

“Oh, that’s a good girl,” Yukong purred, her fingers combing through Feixiao’s hair - right between her ears, that sensitive spot for all Foxians. Feixiao had not been called a good girl in a long time. It infuriated her, really, but Yukong’s breathy pleasure soothed that over. “I like that. What a nice tongue.”

Shivering, Feixiao slurped at the woman’s core. She drew across it with unyielding pressure, and she dragged her mouth up to the silken apex above. She planted a hot, eager kiss against the entire area, over clit and hood and more; she drew against it when Yukong groaned, and she pulled on it to make her gasp. She sank down a bit harder, a bit messier, tugging at that sensitive nub, just to hear the beauty mewl.

Fingers curled into her hair. Feixiao enjoyed that. She sank down greedily, and suckled oh-so-firmly. She was rewarded with a gentle buck and a happy moan; her ears could hear it all very clearly. Feixiao dug down, her tongue rolling out in a lapping caress. The rough muscle pressed into the gaps of perky folds and across the flowering petals of Yukong’s slit to trace every single one of them out and taste them so thoroughly the flavour would become ingrained.

“The General is so good with her tongue,” Yukong cooed. “Too bad it was so tied up today.”

Feixiao was not capable of understanding that sort of teasing. She focused firmly on her task ahead, and nothing else. She slurped up with her tongue and dragged it around, tasting everything she could. She slathered it in saliva, drenched it in spittle, and then went around for more. She flicked up to the hood of the woman’s clit, then traced it out with the tip of her tongue; a flick later, and she had Yukong moaning.

Down she went, squishing and slurping. She was munching on the woman’s core, going down with utterly ravenous intent. There was no shape, and there was no precision. It was just hot, messy actions, where her mouth worked up more and more. She dug down now, her nose bumping against Yukong’s pelvis; her face thoroughly mashed down between her soft thighs, which only seemed to clench around her face.

Hips bucked up against her face, and Feixiao adjusted willingly. She sank down without caring about anything other than her messy work: on consuming Yukong from between her legs. Her mouth rolled out in open, hot, sticky caresses, planting those squelching kisses wherever and however she could. She sank down and slurped hard, drizzling them over in heat; she angled her head around and pushed, applying fervent pressure.

“You’re good at this,’ Yukong praised. “Ah, but don’t forget your tongue…”

Tongue? Ah, right. Feixiao’s tongue rolled out and lapped at the stickiness of Yukong’s core, scooping up a mouthful of juices. She dropped down and pushed harder, applying more friction; tracing out the dips and valleys of the woman’s cunt, and committing them to memory. As Yukong sighed, Feixiao purred. She dragged her tongue around from top to bottom, moving it in particularly canine flicks.

Yukong scratched the area around her ears, making Feixiao groan. Her fingers curled into the woman’s lovely hips, holding her steady. She rolled her tongue again and again, lapping at the fullness of her slit - top to bottom, bottom to top, then trailing over her clit to make her shiver. She applied hard pressure that caused folds to sink down readily, and then slurped with the entirety of her mouth for good measure.

Yukong groaned again. She sighed a scratchy noise and shifted her spine; when Feixiao looked up, she saw the woman’s breasts bounce beautifully. Not even a second later and the gorgeous lady was groping her own chest, squeezing it between her long, elegant fingers. It was so, so hot to see. That sight alone made her blood boil. Feixiao was sure she was going crazy - if she hadn’t gone already.

“That’s it, there’s my dashing General…”

Growling, Feixiao dragged Yukong’s hips forward - pulling her an inch off the couch, just to shove her face down all the better. Her tongue worked in harder, fiercer arcs, lathering everything up with spittle. Her mouth moved in hard, slurping caresses, leaving folds shivering.  Open-mouthed kisses had saliva dripping everywhere, and there was no attempt to contain it at all - just a messy, squelching worship.

In response, Yukong brought those long, sinful legs right up - up over her shoulders, and planted them straight down. One, then the other, resting her beautiful thighs across muscle-toned shoulders, and let calves drape over a tattoo-marked spine. There was something utterly seductive about it, and Feixiao felt her entire body shiver harder than before.

She felt like she was bursting out of her pants. Heck, why did she still have those on? It was too hard to think about it, though. Growling and kneeling on her own wooden floor, she held those beautiful hips and slurped at the shivering expanse of sodden folds - just going down, and down, and down some more, all but munching away with feral enthusiasm.

She was eating Yukong out like a five-star meal. She went down on her like a fine dish. She curled and swept, tracing out lines and forming patterns in its wake. Her tongue curled, and the rough muscle dragged in ways that left Yukong groaning. Her mouth closed down on choice sections of flesh to suckle hard, evoking hotter gasps. She heard all of it. Every moan, every mewl, every squelch.

It was delightful. It left her bursting at the seams, her pants threatening to tear, but she didn’t care too much. She messily slurped and hungrily ate the woman out like she’d never had before, and left everything dripping. It felt like Yukong’s whole slit was quivering against her. At least, her thighs were: they shivered against the sides of her face, applying more and more pressure.

“Oh, sweetie,” Yukong groaned as she squeezed her chest, “That’s very, very good…”

Feixiao felt muscles compress the sides of her head. She had to remember that Yukong kept in great shape, and was no slouch at all. The muscles of her long legs pressed down and captured her skull, making it ache a bit. Still, there was something dizzying in having a woman’s legs draped over her shoulders, and just being there was a delight too distinct to pass up on.

“Make me cum,” Yukong demanded of her, “And you’ll get to fuck me.”

The words sent a hot thrill across Fexiao’s entire body. She surged with warmth and desire and so much more besides while moving her mouth around in instinctual, feverish, arcs. She slurped and suckled, working patterns into the skin, drawing against the firmness of folds, and leaving them leaking. She suckled up juices while munching away like a wild beast, and that had Yukong groaning.

But it wasn't enough - Feixiao didn’t feel that she was doing enough. She dragged her right hand down and pressed it against those molten folds, the ones she was showering with her wetness; she pushed up and applied pressure, fully intending to add her hand to the mix.

Only for Yukong to reach down and slap her hand away. Feixiao growled, eyes flashing with anger; an anger that melted the second the beautiful woman laughed at her.

“No hands,” Yukong husked, “That’s just cheating.”

Obediently, Feixiao sank down. She watched the beautiful woman lay back again; saw that dainty hand rise and squeeze one of her plush breasts out of shape. Other fingers scratched at the whiteness of hair. Thighs quivered and legs pushed down, making Feixiao grunt pleasurably. She continued to go about her lewd work with hot flicks and sticky kisses, until saliva was dribbling around her chin like some starving dog. She didn’t care about that. She only cared about ferociously eating the woman out, and nothing else.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Yukong was moaning, and groaning, and sighing. Feixaio listened in, but did not slow in her ravenous touches. She slurped and she suckled, scooping up tonguefuls of wetness and juices each time she moved. She drank it back and replaced it with more spittle, with more drool, drenching Yukong twice over.

Hips bucked against her face, which Feixiao enjoyed. She squeezed those beautiful hips and slobbered away, her touches halfway feral - but still entirely enjoyable. Yukong groaned harder, squeezed her thighs down more firmly; she almost leg-locked Feixiao’s entire head, with the heels of feet digging into her tattooed spine. She didn’t care. She just ate her out, all to one final moan:

Climatic release.

Yukong moaned wonderfully as she abruptly came against Feixiao’s mouth. There was no more warning than that; or, at least, none that Feixiao recognized. Did she care? She didn’t. She just kept on going as juices flooded her mouth, as the gorgeous, sexy woman quivered in orgasmic relief right up against her face. Her pelvis bucked, her thighs tightened up, and Feixiao remained set in place.

She consumed the rush juices, even as they spattered her chin. She slurped down and curled as Yukong rode out her high against her face, and continued to push her tongue around. She heard the cries, then the sighs, then the panted breaths; she felt the quivering exaltation, and then the slow slump into satisfied weariness.

“Oh, oh, that was… better than I remembered it,” Yukong groaned long and hard. “You have one heck of a tongue, Feixiao.”

Feixiao only half-listened. She was too focused on her assigned task to quickly pull away, and so she continued driving her tongue forward in drilling arcs. She munched and she slurped and she suckled, but now to the sound of laughter. Yukong leaned forward and almost wrenched on her head, dragging it back as one might an unruly animal from a food bowl.

Feixaio whined as she was dragged back. Her hair was combed out of her face, allowing her green eyes to lock onto Yukong’s amber ones. She was, again, taken back by the woman’s breathtaking beauty.

“You did well,” Yukong told her with a smirk. “You deserve a reward.”

Feixiao breathed hard. Saliva strung out from her mouth in thick ropes and connected to the pelvis ahead, the drench, spit-soaked folds between the woman’s legs. She watched as Yukong withdrew her legs from their shoulder mounts, one after the other; then, stared as she sensually stretched her arms above her head in a way that made her breasts bounce. 

“Now,” Yukong enunciated cleanly, “Where’s your bed?”

Feixiao snapped into action. Her brief, dog-like obedience broke as she grabbed Yukong in her arms and hefted her up like a toy, like one of her weapons, not a Foxian-being. Yukong laughed and hooked an arm around her shoulders, and it was responded to with a forceful heft and a sudden, crashing descent of the lips.

Once again, they were kissing hard. Feixiao was all nips and bites, her movements hot and feral. Yukong responded with clever presses and shifting rolls, as if she were playing hard to get. It didn’t matter much, though. Feixiao pushed her way through the living room and into the bedroom area with quick steps for she could not wait a single moment longer than was strictly necessary. 

In just a few moments, she was in her bedroom. She was sure this was her bedroom. It was her bedroom, right? Everything was just sort of flowing past her senses, like a movie she was half watching. Barely coherent, she tugged Yukong over to a wide, flat bed, and all but tossed her onto it.

Yukong laughed and landed in a bundle of long limbs and wobbling curves. Her body looked astounding as it lay there; Feixiao felt her throat growl. She immediately rose up over the woman, grabbed her, pulled her down, and pinned her to the sheets; she pressed her tongue against the flatness of her pelvis and dragged it up, licking a long, slick path up her belly.

The sexy older Foxian groaned as the tongue dragged across her belly button, then over her flat stomach, and toward her breasts. She shuddered and curled her fingers against Feixiao’s hair, but unlike before, the General did not want to be stopped; she grabbed one hand and pinned it down by the wrist, exerting her incredible strength to neutralize her partner.

The other hand grabbed a gorgeous breast and squeezed. The doughy flesh spilled against her fingers, drawing a sigh of pleasure. She brought her mouth down and captured the nipple between her lips, and started to suckle hard again. Yukong made such sweet sounds as it happened, and it inflamed Feixiao’s lusts even more. It felt like she was going to get the best out of her pants at this point, honestly. She just had to mount the woman; she brought herself up and straddled her, legs digging into the bed, the springs bending uncomfortably as -

“Darling, handsome,” Yukong laughed at her, “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

Feixiao looked at her face while still suckling on her tit. 

“You’re still dressed,” Yukong laughed. 

Grumbling, Feixiao tore backward. She rose up onto her haunches, then onto her knees, still straddling Yukong’s gorgeous thighs. Her shirt was easy enough to remove, she was sure. She started to pull at the neck, and -

-And Yukong also got up. She was also on her knees right in front of her, and she looked delicious. For one breathtaking moment, Feixiao paused. 

“Allow me,” the sexy woman told her. She smiled as she removed the clasps around Feixiao’s neck, then dragged her shirt up. Up, and up, over the swell of her strong, toned stomach, fingers trialing across her skin in peppering touches; each one soft, yet deliciously hot. She traced along the muscled V of her pelvis, then up and over the rock-hard swells of her abdominal muscles. One by one, she caressed them reverentially, tracing out the first line, then the second, then the third, a perfectly set, feminine six-pack imprinted into her skin.

She pulled the shirt up higher, over the swell of Feixiao’s breasts. She dug her fingers down beneath her bra and similarly tugged, ensuring that everything was removed at the same time. Flesh jiggled as the swells of Feixiao’s chest were finally let free: big and sizable in their own right, she was packing. Not as large as Yukong, perhaps, but certainly not small. Well-shaped and well-formed, they would have been seriously impressive if not on a body that looked like it could bench press an Aeon.

Topless, Feixiao felt her body shudder. Yukong was right up against her, hands flat against her shoulders, running along her biceps, moving down her stomach. Slow, sensual touches that kept that fire burning. Fingers rolled along her abs once again, drawing down toward the seal of Feixiao’s shorts; pulling at her belt, unsnapping it, sliding it away from the many loops, with sinful grace.

“It has been quite a long time for me,” Yukong drawled, “So I do hope you’re nice and big.”

There wasn’t much work to be done, really. Feixiao’s dick was practically blowing her pants open at the seams, and so once pressure was released - just the flick of a button - nothing could contain it. No zipper nor strap could stop the utter mountain of Feixiao’s dick from falling out of her pants in the very next second, almost thwapping at the air before it thudded against Yukong’s belly.

There was a single moment of shock as Yukong looked down at the monstrosity of a manhood that Feixiao sported. Maybe she hadn’t quite expected this. Maybe she was thinking it would be more manageable. Whatever was going on in her pretty little head, it certainly did not account for this: it didn’t account for thirteen inches of rock-hard, Foxian cock slapping against her belly.

A spear of dick, wickedly long and devastatingly thick, almost comically, pornographically so. Maybe for other races in the galaxy, this would seem utterly ludicrous. Perhaps it was. But, for the Foxian - especially for Feixiao - it was just how she was built. Thirteen inches of pure, rock-hard, dick, already twitching and throbbing for the touch of a woman.

If that was it, maybe it would have been more rational. Perhaps, even understandable. But, as a Foxian, Feixiao sported more than just a big dick. Indeed, the base of it was thickly knotted and swollen out with a bulge, firmly capable of knotting any potential mate. Standard for a Foxian, but, when combined with the rest of her length, maybe a bit ludicrous.

That went entirely over Feixiao’s head. She wasn’t thinking about that kind of logic, and she didn’t care. She was growling with desire, her body burning up with a feral sort of lust she could not contain. Already, she was practically rutting her hips forward, sliding her big dick against Yukong’s soft stomach. She was so, so horny, and she couldn’t handle it.

“Oh, goodness, you’re a big girl,” Yukong laughed. It was a breathless noise, as if she was confused about it. She slid back and sat on her ass, with her fluffy tail rolling out behind her. She pushed her hand down and grabbed hold of Feixiao’s rutting cock, stopping it from moving too much. “Do you want to put all this in me?”

Feixiao’s jaw chattered. She leaned forward and knocked their foreheads together, then nodded awkwardly. “Y-yes…”

Yukong hummed. “Then get the rest of those clothes off.”

It felt like a race, frantic and heart-pounding. She yanked the rest of her clothes off in a fit, almost tearing them apart. As she did so, Yukong started to slide back. Soon, she was all but laying out on the bed like some gorgeous pin-up model - the finest thing that Feixiaio had ever seen. She just couldn’t resist. She just couldn’t resist leaping forward and pouncing upon the beautiful woman, mounting her like a beast in heat.

“So eager,” Yukong chuckled. Her breasts pooled beautifully as she leaned back, and her hands gestured - beckoning Feixiao forward. “So? What are you waiting for?”

Feixiao was waiting for nothing at all. She dove down and grabbed one of those wide hips with her hands. The other hand gripped her cock and swept it upright, valiantly seeking purchase. She smacked it against the wet heat of the woman’s core, and felt that tantalizing rush buzz over her. Purring throatily, she tried to mount Yukong exactly how the fire in her body demanded - but it was awkward. 

Feixiao’s first thrust was frankly clumsy. It wasn’t out of inexperience, but just because she was so riled up that it was damned hard to move, too find her angle and her pace. Her dick slid up the wrong way, not even entering – just rubbing up against the pelvis without penetration. 

“Come on,” Yukong said in a low, throaty voice, “You know how to fuck a woman, don’t you?”

Feixiao growled wordlessly. She pulled down, her hand adjusting; she pressed the thickness of her cock down with her hand and guided it into place. She did not miss that second time. With a stroke of her hips, she sent her cock thrusting forward, and this time – this time, it was sent delving straight into the heat of Yukong’s cunt.

It was not gentle. It was not kind. It was the thrust of someone who wanted to fuck as if her life depended on it and the thrust of someone who was utterly addicted to their partner. Yukong was gorgeous, and Yukong needed to get ailed. Those two things made it impossible for Feixiao to even consider holding back, without any consideration put toward what he’d been told.

She thrust hard, and she thrust fast. Her shaft slammed itself forward into the heat of the woman’s core, and all that was left to her was pleasure. Hot, tight, unyielding pleasure, the kid that was hard to describe with words – just a purer, visceral satisfaction that made her groan.

It was hot. It was so, so hot, like a burning thing around her shaft. Wet, too, dangerously so. Juices gushed up around her prick, thick and copious. Combined with the heat, it was like a sauna's worth of warmth surrounding her. two gorgeous sensations, but which were outmatched by the third: the clinging, oppressive tightness of the pussy itself. The tight, clinging rush of muscle that surrounded her, the silky grip that embraced her, was beyond delicious.

It was perfect, and Feixiao loved it. She loved it like a long-lost lover, like something she’d forgotten about and only just now remembered. It wrapped around her alluringly, and yet seemed to pull and beckon her in deeper – almost urging her to shove her dick right down and slide into that wet tightness with all of her strength. It was as hungry for her as she was for it no doubt about it.

Or maybe she was imagining it, but it didn't matter. With Yukong laid out in front of her, with her perfectly body stretched out like a bikini model, there was nothing to do but rut down like a wild beast in heat. Her cock thrust down, slammed forward, driving through that utterly perfect seal of velvety perfection – every inch of her cock wrapped up and engulfed in slippery, heated tightness.

“Oh, goodness!” Yukong groaned. It was a hot, satisfying noise, the kind of thing that anyone would love to hear from a woman. Yukong bit her lip and narrowed her eyes as the sudden strain of being slammed full washed over her. “Y-you looked big, but – ah, you feel so much bigger!”

Feixiao grunted her assent. She wanted to speak, wanted to form words, but it was difficult. “Too – much?”

Yukong looked at her as if she were surprised that Feixiao could still speak. She laughed out a happy, horny noise, and arched her pine beautifully – something that made her breasts wobble ferociously. “Absolutely not, my sweet stud. Come on, show me what I’ve been missing out on.”

Feixao grunted. She yanked on Yukong’s hips, then, not even bothering to thrust the rest of the way in – just dragging the gorgeous, slutty minx into her shaft. She impaled her with another few inches of turgid cockmeat, stuffing her tightness right up. So, so tight, as if it hadn’t been stretched out in centuries. It desperately wanted to be used, though Feixiaoo was sure of it.

Yukong groaned luridly and tossed her head back. Her ears fluttered and her tail swished down along the bedsheets, seeking purchase. None of that mattered. Feixiao leaned forward and rolled her hips, dragging a good six or seven inches of cock across those velvet, silken insides. She wasn’t all the way down, but far enough to really make her size apparent.

It was all so tight and so warm that it felt positively addicting. Feixiao shivered on waves of pleasure that made it hard to think, and thankfully, higher thought processes weren't necessary for this sort of thing at all. She just needed to act, and to eat, without thought. She rolled her hips forward, grinding her big dick into that slick, gushing heat, and pressed against vice-tight walls.

“Oh, Aeons,” Yukong groaned. She gripped the bed with her fingers and tugged on the sheet, bringing them out of place. Her spine bent and her breast pushed up some more, which was very distracting. “You’re really so big! Oh, I haven't been stretched out like this in… forever."

Feixiao liked the sound of that a lot. The praise, or just the idea of being the only good fuck in recent memory, excited her. With her blood boiling more than it already had been, she leaned forward and cupped the beauty's waist; squeezed it in her grip and rolled her hips around in a hard, grinding stroke. Her big dick squelched across those tight, pussy walls as she extracted herself,  showing no remorse at all in the process.

A hard, violent tug, extracting herself no matter how much it all clamped and clung. As Yukong sighed, Feixiao wickedly swung her hips down and around and thundered straight back inside. She pulled on her as she did so, partially impaling, and partially dagging her onto the dick – a combination of sensations that sent her cock slamming down deeper than before.

“Ah!” Yukong gasped. “A-ah, so the General isn’t as nervous to move her hips as she is to hold my hand, hm?”

Feixiao grunted with bashful frustration. She knew she was being teased, she could recognize that much – but she didn’t want to be. She shook her head and flashed her teeth in a snaggle-toothed grin of desire as she pumped so hard and fast, burying a swathe of her cock inside. It crashed home with a satisfying thud, and then pushed around with a muscular roll of the hips.

Yukong's teasing mouth opened in a lurid moan as the cock bounced across her tight, squishy insides. Nine inches down now, and it was so deep it was prodding at very sensitive spots. Yukong’s eyes winced and watered, but it was not out of disappointment or pain – just joy. A Foxian body could take a hell of a lot, after all. There was a reason their studs were born with knots.

“You’re so deep, it’s insane,” Yukong gasped pleasantly. “Nothing’s ever gone that far before, ah…!”

Feixiao’s body swells with pride. Her muscles flexed as she whipped back, tugging free as far as he could. She did so to the sound of churning juices and squelching arousal; yanking free as far as she dared, before whipping her hips around again. If she were only half as muscular, things might have been harder. As it was, swinging her hips around was a task that was blindingly easy.

She pounded down. Hard, fast, and rough, she sent her shaft sawing in deeply. It crashed home into the clinging contours of that perfect pussy, causing them both to groan in pleasure. Yukong gasped deliciously, and once more arched her spine sensually. Her breasts wobbled and her nipples flashed in the light, catching Feixiao’s eyes yet again.

“Damn,” Yukong swore for what seemed like the first time in Feixiaoo’s entire life of knowing her, “I forgot how good it feels to just be filled up.”

Feixiao leaned forward aggressively. She let go of Yukong’s perfect waist and grabbed onto her breasts, almost using them as handlebars. She squeezed them and fondled them as she swung her hips around, trying to get in deeper, trying to move them better. It had been a while for her, though. It was muscle memory, but something she had to kick-start into action. 

She needed to hit her stride. She was only nine inches deep out of thirteen, and her knot wasn't even touching those silken folds. She swung her waist around aggressively, but the angle wasn’t quite right; it was all dragging motion, scraping and sliding across the sensitive contours of perfectly velvety flesh.

Yukong groaned and looked at her. “Aren’t you going to get it in deeper, baby?”

Feixiao’s lips pulled around into a hard grin. She leaned down some more and straightened out her posture, so that she more or less draped herself over Yukong; still latched onto her breasts, still using them as comfortable handles, she swung her waist down to slam in the gorgeous pussy.

Yukong moaned sensually. She gasped happily. She did not look overwhelmed. Far from it, she seemed content; a smile was on her mouth and a fire in her eyes. Her own hands rose up and smacked against Feixiao’s flexing waist, feeling up her moving muscles. Her sides, then her abs, just measuring them out with caresses that made the General’s blood boil.

“You’ve got such a perfect body,” Yukong sighed throatily. “You look perfect on top of me.”

Feixiao didn’t think it was possible to be more aroused than she already was, but it was very obviously happening anyway. Growling from the back of her throat, she pumped down into Yukong with an ever-increasing fervency that was undimmed by her lack of practice. Muscles curled and flexed across her body, rotating hard and firm to spear her hips around.

Her dick was huge, and remembering how to use it took some time. It wasn’t the easiest thing in the world to start piledriving thirteen inches of knotted cockmeat into a woman – and she was only about eight or nine inches deep. But, that was eight or nine inches, and it still had Yukong gasping and groaning, her breath rising in hot, eager gasps of desire.

Feixiao felt intoxicated. Allured. She couldn’t hold back. She grunted and slammed, her waist moving, her abs flexing hard. Her tits jumped up and down as she fucked, their weights shaking her forward a bit – more, and more, because they were significant, and the angle was treacherous. She didn’t care, though. She held onto Yukong’s soft breasts for most of it, just enjoying the texture.

“Ooh, ah, yes, you’re so deep,” Yukong moaned happily. “Never had it – so deep – before –“

The woman’s hands rolled across Feixiao’s body. They cupped her abs, greedily caressing the flexing muscle, before squeezing one of her breasts. The other one grabbed her waist and pulled, almost urging her in deeper – as if to yank her down. legs were rising too, knees now digging into the stud’s flanks. There was a cage of limbs coming to surround her, and she could barely resist it.

She stared at Yukong’s moaning face, then her twitching ears. She stared at the curve between her neck and her shoulder, a section of skin so soft and so alluring that it made Fixao’s teeth ache. She was not sure where this ache came from, but it was probably something so deeply ingrained and biological that she could never hope to understand it.

She could only obey it.

She sank down greedily, and collapsed her weight over Yukong. She nuzzled into the curve of her neck and began to lick, and kiss, and nip, her teeth sinking into the skin. Yukong moaned beautifully; one hand grabbed Feixiao’s head and raked through her hair. The other one rolled along her spine and yanked her forward, as if to make sure they were even closer. 

“Yes, yes, just like that,” Yukong gasped. “Ah, how I’ve missed this…!”

Feixiao bit down on the woman’s shoulder, leaving a mark. Yukong groaned louder and sent her hands sliding across her skin, raking nails along her back. Muscles, tattoos, it didn’t matter. They were all equal targets for those scratching nails. They got fiercer by the moment, as if matching the tempo of Feixiao’s nipping teeth. 

“Come on, fuck me well,” Yukong groaned. “If you come before me, I’ll be very annoyed!”

Feixiao growled. She raked her teeth across the woman’s soft neck, then lapped over the underside of her jaw. She moved in and nuzzled down like a shameless beast, all while Yukong roped her in closer with surprising strength. Those long, sinful legs had also started to wrap around Feixiao’s body, and they applied a shocking amount of pressure against her hips.

Yukong moaned and groaned alluringly. It sounded so, so hot. Feixiao basked in the sounds while burying herself against her neck; she could feel her throat vibrating. By that point, their bodies were closer than seemed possible, their breasts mashed into pleasant cushions and bellies almost entirely flush. Strong abs were grinding against perfectly smooth skin, bodies were gyrating like silk on silk, and everything just felt amazing.

“Deeper,” Yukong urged, and so Feixiao complied. She dug down and pounded forward in hard, swinging strokes, plowing her big dick in as deep as she could from that angle - but being body to body, their pelvises aligned, didn’t send every inch sinking down. 

The deeper she went, the more she thrust, the more that Yukong embraced her. Arms were thoroughly wrapped around her body as if in a hug, and legs were entirely locked across her hips - practically limiting her range of motion, but not enough to matter. It was a satisfying, soothing embrace, yet the clawing of nails was anything but soothing. It was rough and antagonistic, and caused Feixiao to growl harder.

“Fuck me just like that,” Yukong gasped hungrily. “That’s it, that’s a good girl, come on, make me cum for you -”

Her words were so lewd, so hungry, and so hot. Feixiao dug down, biting and nipping on Yukong’s shoulder while plowing into the heat of her cunt. The harder she went, the more that nails clawed at her spine. She felt welts. She was getting marked. She didn’t care. She loved it. She slammed down into that juice-soaked tunnel, and felt legs tighten around her in turn - ankles locking around the small of her back.

“Yes, yes, right there, that’s my good girl, right there-’

Feixiao kept on groaning and kept on pumping; her head felt dazed and dizzy, as if swimming through deep water. She was aware of the tenseness of her balls and the throbbing of her balls and all the ache that it brought, but she’d been staving it off for as long as she could - even in her half-feral state, she didn’t want to disappoint Yukong by letting go too fast.

It was hard to say when the tipping point happened. Feixiao’s head was too dizzy to notice, but it certainly had to come around the time that Yukong leaned in and bit down on a fox-like ear. She outright dug her teeth into the white-furred mass, causing Feixaio to yelp something fierce. Nails clawed down, ankles dug into the small of her back, and Yukong’s entire, lovely body squished into hers. 

With it came a sudden burst of heat too intense to handle. Warmth was gushing around her cock. Hot, thick juices were burning across her length, and with it came a renewed tightness that was positively feverish. Muscles were clamping and squeezing, kneading and milking, pulling at her girth like a machine. Whether or not her mind was hyping it up did not matter. She moaned for it, and slumped into that delicious embrace.

Yukong had hit her peak, was cumming around her dick, and Feixiao could only respond by slamming down and letting go. One moment later, a burst of white-hot heat plowed its way across her spine and into her head, making her brain go entirely numb. The bliss of relief, the first relief she’d felt in aeons, washed over her all at once. It was the most satisfying sensation she’d felt in a long time, and it was all because she’d started to empty out her balls.

Entire ropes of cum were slamming into Yukong now, drenching her core in jizz. Thick, heavy strings spattered her pussy, and heaps of the stuff sloshed across her deepest spots. The big dick continued to pump as relentless hips surged backward and forward in little bucks, as if trying to get it all out. Balls pumped mercilessly, ensuring that what seemed like liters of seed were lodged inside.

Feixiao groaned with pleasure and curled against Yukong’s neck. In turn, the gorgeous pilot bit down on her ear and stabbed fingers into her back, still clawing at her. Their bodies continued to move and gyrate, as if neither one wanted this to end - as if they had to keep up the glorious climax for just a bit longer, another moment, another second. Gooey, churning cum sloshed through that milking tunnel, mingling with the sloppy juices to make a truly lewd mixture.

Feixiao did not want to let up. She wanted to keep on going, keep on cumming, until she had nothing left to give. Yukong clearly didn’t think the same thing, and she began to move differently. Her mouth slid down from the bite-mark upon Feixiao’s ear and moved to the earshell, as if to whisper; at the same time, her hand grabbed the General by the metaphorical scruff of her neck and yanked hard.

“We can have more fun than just this,” the woman purred. “Pull out, sweetie, come on, now, you’re making a mess…”

Feixiao grumbled. Long legs unfolded and arms pushed, almost trying to shove her back. The General was more than strong enough to hold them still, though. She did not have to stop if she truly didn’t want to, yet there was just something so terribly addictive about Yukong’s manner that she couldn’t help but obey. She pulled back, and the sexy, gorgeous woman slipped out from beneath her.

“That’s a good girl,” Yukong said. She was flushed red with colour, and her skin was almost glowing. There was saliva all across her neck and her shoulders, with more than one bite mark printed into her skin. If she was bothered by it, she did not show it at all. “I haven’t cum that well in… oh, too long.”

She pulled all the way off the cock at about the same time that Feixiao moved to sit on her haunches; the big dick whipped free with an obscene pop. There was a lot of cum, now: stuff pouring out, more already on the bed, just a mess. Feixiao should have been bothered by that, but she wasn’t. She was still raring to go, too, her cock a twitching, throbbing mess of desire that she couldn’t really control.

Yukong mewled and stretched her arms above her head, causing breasts to bounce. The left one had an imprint of Feixiao’s teeth around the areola. “I’d almost forgotten how good it could feel. Ah, I missed dick…”

Feixiao’s pulse throbbed in her throat. “Then… why…”

Why was it so hard to speak? She felt stupid. 

Yukong noticed, though. She smiled and began to slide herself around again, moving away from Feixiao - if just a bit. “Is my general still hungry for more?”

Feixiao nodded. Her dick, still at full mast and not even the tiniest bit spent, throbbed.

“But you’re so messy,” the woman said with a smile. She rolled herself around onto her knees and pushed on Feixiao’s belly, as if to shove her backward. “Sit back so I can clean you up.”

“Oh,” Feixiao murmured. She sat back so that her thighs were resting on her calves, as if kneeling in supplication; her thick dick stood up tall and proud, twitching periodically. The entire thing was coated in sticky cum and dribbling juices, almost too lewd to be believed. If Yukong cared about any of that, she definitely did not show it. 

Her eyes twinkled, instead, as she slipped forward. She was on her knees too, but stretched out onto her hands and knees - her spine arched before Feixiao’s eyes, and her beautiful tail was waving in the empty air. There was a lot to stare at, a true feast for the eyes. The feral general worked her mouth a few times to try and contain her desires, but failed.

She wanted to compliment the woman, wanted to tell her how hot she was, but remembering how to speak was so, so hard. She fumbled her tongue around a mouthful of drool and merely stared as Yukong dragged the thick dick up with her hand and positioned it in front of her heart-shaped face. Strands of her green hair were matted down against her skull, but for the most part, she looked like a supermodel.

Her mouth opened wide and her tongue stretched out. The tongue was a bit longer than that of a normal human, and more fit for Foxian-kind. The too-pink muscle planted itself down against the underside of Feixiao’s knotted cock, pressed against the knot itself, and dragged upward - sliding across the dense, vascular girth, and lapped it over from base to tip.

It was not as good as pussy, but it still felt very nice to have a tongue rise against her shaft. The eager, squishing slurp dragged up to the head of her dick, and then caressed the rounded, sensitive skin. That, too, made Feixiao yelp. She shivered as swept around the bulbous rim, then drew down in a hot, lapping flick, collecting up an entire tongueful of juice and cum.

There was a loud, eager slurp as Yukong pressed her lips down against the flank of the shaft. She kissed hard, with a tantalizing, and perhaps unyielding, pressure. She sank into place and made out with the turgid girth, simply because she could. She suckled on the wide side, her mouth covering a swathe of the girth; just seeing Yukong down there was making Feixiao’s blood boil all over again.

That was to say nothing of the actual kisses that pressed up, and then down, her cock. Yukong moved hungrily and gracefully at the same time, her movements measured, yet sloppy. She kissed and suckled on patches of glistening cockflesh, pulling the taste into her mouth without shame. She moved down, and further still, her face rubbing up against the broad shaft until she reached the knot at its base.

She kissed it reverentially, and that caused Feixiao’s hips to unceremoniously pump forward. She definitely was not used to a situation like that, and it made her groan. The gorgeous pilot looked up at her eyes, but did not change what she was doing. She spent a moment just kissing the bulge, teasing the thick knot with her perfect lips, before eventually pulling back up.

Hot kisses ascended the shaft until she once again reached the head. She clasped her beautiful mouth around it and suckled hard before finally, blessedly, tipping forward, and taking the big dick inside. Those warm lips surrounded Feixiao and drew her in like a lover, and she was greeted by a slimy tongue and copious heat. Different to the pussy she had just been sampling, and still very nice.

That warm, eager mouth simply swallowed her down. It pushed without reluctance and without relent, utterly uncaring of Feixiao’s colossal girth itself. Lips swelled and a jaw stretched wide, making it almost too easy for Yukong to drop her beautiful head of dark hair and slurp up inches and inches of meat into that warm, drooling cavern.

Her tongue moulded to the underside, and her lips pressed against the rest of the girth. Without shame, Yuking pushed her beautiful head right down, slurping up more and more of that thickness. It was all so hot and warm and sloppy that Feixiao could only love it. She had just been fucking the woman, but feeling that mouth roll down and slurp her up just as exceptional.

Maybe Feixiao was just wholly vulnerable to all of this pleasure, but she didn’t care too much. She was just there to enjoy it, and she groaned as Yukong fed inch by inch into her mouth, her hand sliding down to cup the knot and brace it all up. She descended with a hot, sputtering touch, until the bulbous cap smacked against something particularly fleshy - probably, the back of her throat.

She was deep, maybe about six inches.  Her cheeks looked stuffed and her jaw was definitely stretched out, but Yukong seemed totally comfortable around it. She shifted her head left and right and flicked her amber eyes up to stare at Feixiao directly - eyes locked as she began to bob. A rough, sliding touch here, a wet squelch there, and her mouth rolled with delicious, beautiful friction.

Feixiao was impressed. She didn’t think it could fit in that far, that Yukong could handle it with her cheeks packed out so much - but she did. Her mouth slobbered warmly, and all that could be heard were the wet sounds of gushes. There was no choking, no gagging, just the warm suckling of an eager mouth and a woman who was happy to be there.

There was nothing for Feixiao to do but groan as the impossibly sexy lady started to slide back, drawing across the huge, bulky cock with ease. Her lips slid against it just perfectly, offering a delicious seal of friction that made the cock throb happily. She wanted to be moving her hips, wanted to be fucking, but it felt good. It was just so nice and tight and warm that the Foxian General could only sit back and enjoy it.

Yukong slurped up to the head and suckled on the sensitive, shivering glans. When Feixiao groaned, Yukong winked. It was almost infuriating, in its own way. Hot, though. Very, very sexy, and that was all that mattered. Her jaw chattered a bit as the woman pushed right back down, rolling herself straight onto the thick dick. 

She was just slurping it up, her mouth sliding like that of a wanton whore. She drew it between those insanely soft lips and pressed her fluttering tongue up across the bottom half, ensuring that Feixaio was covered in a warm, tight seal of perfection. To see such a refined, elegant woman just slurping on her should have baffled Feixiao, but her mind was not in the exact kind of place needed to recognize that.

She, instead, just enjoyed the curve of Yukong’s spine, and the way that her ass looked so wonderfully as it stretched out like that. The arch, the cat-like curve, the way her tail swished through the air, was delightful. That, and the way her head just dove down and hungrily sucked up her dick - it was incredible. Feixiao wasn’t sure if she’d ever been in a position quite like this, but she very much liked it.

“Nnnngh…” Feixiao growled from the back of her throat. Her hand instinctively pushed out and pressed itself down into Yukong’s hair. She felt a good handful of it for the first time so far, and she liked the texture. She liked feeling her bobbing head a bit more, though, and when the cock’s tip smacked against the entrance of her throat, the general groaned once more.

And that was really all she was doing as Yukong gurgled about her shaft. She smothered it in a brimming wave of drool while slurping up the cum and juices that had gathered over its broad, thick haft. She adjusted herself left, and then right, and then rolled back, her mouth sliding with a sloppy gurgle. She bobbed effortlessly, as handling that huge cock meant nothing to her.

Heck, even her hips were swaying alongside her tail. She was swishing everything back and forth, left and right, to Feixiao’s utter delight. She felt enraptured, honestly. She squeezed her fingers down against Yukong’s skull and groaned as it so eagerly bobbed onto her shaft, smothering it in thick spittle. She squeezed her own heavy breast to work off some of the frustrations that came with the friction-filled ascents that assaulted her  sensitive, twitching crown.

She mostly just groaned as Yukong went down on her. Warmly, torridly, smothering saliva in her wake, and washing the rest over with spittle. It bubbled up around her perfect lips as she dropped down nice and far, such that the cock was bouncing against the back of her throat now; hot gurgles rising up as the woman swiveled her head around and moved in a drooling arc. Wetness bubbled down and streamed across the inches of cock that Yukong failed to cover, and the feeling of spit dripping over the knot was fairly intense for Feixiao.

Her fingers curled. She breathed harder, hungrier, as the woman slurped away. This didn’t feel like a clean up blowjob, but just the desires of a woman who hadn’t been able to do this in a long time. Up, and then down, her warm mouth moving and bubbling and gurgling, drool churning up against her flexing tongue. She undulated it in soft curls, keeping the shaft throbbing with pleasure.

And down she went, further and further still. She was gobbling up another inch, now taking it into her throat; the tight ring of muscle palpably squeezing upon Feixiao’s girth. It felt insane, even to her mind. It made her growl as it dove down, seeking out more, and more, and more besides. She was stuffing it up deeper into her throat, taking another inch, then another, until she was nine inches down.

“F-fuck…’ Feixiao cursed. She bit her lip and tensed up as another inch went down that tight, squeezing throat, allowing her to feel just how good it really felt. She shivered as Yukong continued to bounce and slobber, with each repetition heralding another gush of fluid and another inch of depth. Her ass was up high, her tail was waving, her breasts swaying - all so damned alluring.

Feixaio didn’t know what to do, honestly. Her hands felt aimless. She squeezed her tits and she dug into Yukong’s hair, but she didn't have to help this woman - she was doing it all herself. She decided to feel up her back and reach down to smack her ass, which caused Yukong to purr around her dick. She was still going, still suckling, and it really did feel incredible.

Deeper, and deeper. Yukong was all but gurgling up the entire dick now - twelve inches down, her lips just short of the thick knot; then again, another bob, another forward push, feeding the entire shaft inside. Her neck was bulging beneath the weight of it, or so it seemed; if she was wearing a choker, it would not have survived. She pushed herself down until she was all but making out with the thick knot at the base, and Feixiao could not imagine anything more arousing.

She began to shudder and shiver. Her cock throbbed harder than before and her balls seemed to swell with impossible life - somehow fuller and heavier than just minutes ago. She groaned as Yukong held herself there for a mesmerizingly long time, as if she did not need to breathe. Feixiao started to pant, chest rising and falling with sharp pangs, with her desire to cum rising.

Yukong’s tongue almost slithered out from her mouth. She’d stretched her jaw wider, it seemed, to make a bit of room. Her tongue was now able to slide against the thick knot before her and shove itself down with pressure. It curled against her knot, lapped at it, almost just stroking it - and if that wasn’t a one-way ticket to an instant climax, Feixiao did not know what was.

She growled, pushed down on Yukong’s head, and simply let go. Her balls began to throb practically against the woman’s chin and her shaft swelled against the lining of her throat as entire rivers of spunk were poured directly down that tense, squeezing tunnel. She was smothering it in her seed, washing it straight over with cum, and Yukong was taking every last drop.

Yukong did not pull back. She held herself down as the entire load washed down her throat and straight into her stomach; she was practically gulping it down, too, her neck rippling as she swallowed hard. Feixiao felt the crawling muscles across her cock, and it helped to keep her high burning hot. It all just felt so good, so wonderfully sloppy, that she gave in wholeheartedly.

She blew her load down Yukong’s throat. Her balls twitched and rose. Her knot seemed to shiver. The woman took it all. She gulped down more and more, swallowed hard, her mouth staying in position even long after she stopped making noise - practically exchanging oxygen for seed. It was depraved, and it felt perfect.

“Oh,” Feixiao groaned dizzily. “Oh. Oh. Oh.”

Slowly, measuredly, Yukong pulled off the cock. She extracted it from her throat with a series of obscene popping noises; each inch that pulled out was thoroughly slick with saliva. It was almost comical, indeed, to see that much dick pull out of that small mouth,  but it was very real. Feixiao stared with hunger in her eyes as Yukong finally popped off, entire strands of drool still yet connecting her to the huge cock.

Then, she smiled, and the strings snapped. She licked her lips and planted her hands on the cock to coyly stroke it; caressing the slimy mast as if to rub lube into the skin. The two locked eyes, but Feixiao couldn’t think of what to say - or how to speak.

“You’ve got a good taste, General,” Yukong cooed. “I might have to do that more often.”

Feixiao shuddered and huffed. She grabbed hold Yukong’s body and dragged her upright, until they were breast to breast. Carelessly, Feixiao kissed her full on the mouth, lips locked tight. Her tongue plunged down and started to wrestle with the woman in her arms, and the two started exchanging spit. Feixiao did not care what she was kissing or how it tasted of herself; she just did it.

Her hands reached down and smacked her palms against the delicious curve of Yukong’s ass. It bent beneath her palms and squished pliantly; she dug down and groped hard. There was just enough flesh there for her fingers to sink in wonderfully and fill the gaps between them with flesh. As she squeezed, Yukong moaned. She gasped into the kiss, and then abruptly bit down on a lower lip.

She pulled away with a teasing flair. “We can kiss later, dear. I think it’s about time you pinned me down on my hands and knees like a good Foxian stud, don’t you agree?”

Feixiao saw red. She abruptly, roughly twisted Yukong around, and all but threw her forward onto the bed - now near the pillows on the left-hand side. The woman still responded with grace, and quickly brought herself up onto her hands and knees. But, it was no straight-backed posture: her spine was wonderfully curved and her tail was up and out of the way, shoving her ass up like a damned mountain.

She was waving her hips teasingly, and that caused Feixiao to growl even more. She surged forward before another word could be spoken; she slammed her palm down against a fat, jutting ass, and watched the peachy skin clap. As Yukong moaned, the studly General sank down and mounted her like a bitch in heat. She yanked her cock up, smacked it against puffy folds, and sent it sliding to her goal. 

“Don’t hold back,” Yukong panted over her shoulder, “I’m not some porcelain doll, Feixiao.”

Feixiao heard her speak, understood her words - nodded, though she was no situation to care. She pressed her dick against a wellspring of juices, hot and thick, and then slid down. This time, there was no clumsy fumbling. This time, there was no awkward start-up. This time, she simply sent her cock slamming down into that horny, cum-filled snatch, plowing down with the force of a spear.

The same kind of power she used to kill abominations was exerted on Yukong. She slammed down hard and fast, plowing her thick,broad girth into the tight heat of truly perfect Foxian pussy. Her shaft was wet and slick with saliva, making it more than easy to simply slide down into that gushing tightness. Inches and inches plowed down with devilish intent, spearing home in a rush that left Yukong moaning.

“Oh, yes,” she gasped out loudly and hungrily, “That’s it, dear!”

Her body adjusted to the hard slamming. She brought her ass up and jerked it back, as if to better offer herself up. Her tail fluttered around and slapped against Feixiao’s bicep, but she ignored it. She stared at that gorgeous vision of perfection whilst plowing down hard and fast, uncaring of anything other than satisfying the ache in her loins - and in her head.

She crashed down as far as she could go on that one strong go. The angle wasn’t great, and her cock was sent bouncing across the tight confines of squirming pussy, but she didn’t relent - she shoved herself down as far as it felt right, moving until her hips thudded against the bountiful curve of Yukong’s fantastic ass. Three inches of herself were left out, her knot still far away, but the rest of her had sunk in blissfully deep.

“So deep!” Yukong groaned. “Oh, yes, that’s the kind of dick I’ve been missing out on…”

She sounded so happy that it made Feixiao’s blood boil. Like an animal, she grunted. She squeezed the woman’s waist and slapped her ass with her free hand, and was delighted by the jiggling of flesh. It only lasted for that one moment, though, before she was already moving and already grinding; her dick stabbing at the tightness of folds as she sent her hips curving around with a muscular gyration. She ground forward for a hot, intoxicating moment, and was delighted to see Yukong moving her hips to adjust.

“...But that’s not enough,” Yukong breathed. She looked up and over her shoulder at Feixiao; her gaze was smouldering with desire. “You had your warm-up already. What are you waiting for?”

The answer was nothing. Feixiao was waiting for nothing. She yanked herself back with a muscular contraction, showing off the fullness of her powerful body all at once. Every ounce of war-tightened fitness rippled as she tore her shaft free from that grasping sheath and swung herself around. Her biceps tightened as she gripped Yukong’s waist, holding her deadly firm. 

And then, the descent. Another hard, plowing stroke, drilling inches and inches of turgid cockmeat inside. She didn’t get it all the way in again, but that was fine - she was in so deep it was surely mind-boggling. Enough for the woman to gasp and moan, and more than enough for the beautiful curve of her ass to slap.

It wasn’t quite strong enough to really make it bounce, but still enough to make it wobble appetizingly. The jutting curve was right there, after all, and the pillowy flesh just rippled in the wake of her thrust. Her pelvis hit it at that right angle to send the white skin into a billowing arc, and it was matched by an arch that did unspeakable things to Feixiao’s psyche.

“Come on, you’ve got more, don’t you?” Yukong groaned in her direction, as if demanding better. “Shove it in me, don’t be afraid to break me.”

Feixiao let out a happy breath and swung her hips around with roughshod desire. She tore her cock out in seconds, ripping free of that gorgeous, sticky cunt. Her abs flexed hard, her waist crunched with motion, all for her to whip her colossal cock free as fast as she could. With a guttural groan, she sent herself plowing straight back down and held nothing back - just one hard, firm, pounding thrust.

Yukong moaned loudly. Her sound filled the room and bounced off the walls. Her fingers dug into the bed and her ears fluttered around in pleasure as she was slammed full of dense, rock-hard dick - the biggest she’d probably ever seen or taken in her entire life. Even if it wasn’t the entire length, nearly ten inches were now plowing down; that was more than enough to send her howling.

Assmeat wobbled away from the point of impact. A shallow one where Feixiao’s hips tapped against her ass, but a perfect wobble all the same. Her tail fluttered alluringly and her spine arched, making it so much more sinful. Feixiao could not resist swinging herself around and going for more, to just start fucking like a wild animal in the throes of her mating season and absolutely nothing else.

No higher brain function. No duties, military or otherwise. No Generalship. No Moon Curse. Just the rutting action of a Foxian in heat. Just the desire of an alpha-stud to plow her breeding-bitch down into the mattress. She slammed forward, crashing down, getting right into the thick of it.  One hand gripped a curvaceous waist just right, nearly bruising the skin; the other palmed a doughty asscheek and dug in hard.

“Oh, ah, so hard,” Yukong gasped - and then locked eyes with Feixiao. “Come on, get in deeper! You have more to give, don’t you, baby?”

Feixiao’s body buzzed with heat. She growled and grunted as she swung herself around in an obscene arc, pulling out of that gorgeous, juice-soaked cunt as fast as she could - nothing but speed and desire guiding her now. She moved and plowed down in the same lethal stroke, crashing home with a dizzying thud and a loud, gasping moan.

Yukong rocked on her hands and knees, gorgeous tits swinging beneath her like milky bags. Feixiao watched her spine arch and saw her ass shudder, and found it delectable. Her hands started to grope along the woman’s flanks whilst she worked her hips around in hard, slamming arcs. All of her muscles were in full relief, each one being used to their maximum potential, just to hammer away at Yukong.

And still, the woman gasped for more. 

“That’s not all you’ve got, is it?” The woman almost seemed to tease. “Deeper! Oh, I want to feel it!”

Grunting and groaning, Feixiao rocked and slammed down into her juice-soaked core. She pumped at the waist and speared down into that gorgeous tightness, and shuddered over the immaculate feeling of it all. She could not imagine a better sensation than this. Yukong’s body, her pussy, felt divine. Maybe it was divine. To Feixiao’s lust-drunk, heat-soaked mind, this woman was a goddess.

And so she railed her, like a Goddess deserved. Feixiao slammed down in hard, swinging strokes, exerting more power, more strength, into her thrusts. The entire bed began to shake with each thrust, but she didn’t care so much about that - only the act of sex mattered. She gripped Yukong’s hips with both hands and yanked her backward, shoving her onto the meat of her dick without relent.

Her cock sank down another bit, and the rubbery crown plowed against something particularly spongy and squishy. That caused Yukong to really squeal, now. She shrieked out a loud, lurid moan, borderline howling, as the cockhead mashed against what had to be the woman’s womb. Or, at least, the entrance to it, because Feixiao physically could not push in any harder. 

“Oh, yes!” Yukong wheezed. “Right there, right there, so deep!”

The woman’s tail swung around more and more. It slapped Feixiao at points, making it harder and harder to concentrate. For a moment, the general tried to push it aside, tried to focus on just hammering down into the woman’s cunt. Now as far as she could go, she was really making her ass clap with each stroke. The room was filled with the sounds of smashing assmeat, and it was beautiful.

But not as beautiful as a moaning, squealing Yukong, who continued to throw her ass back in tandem with Feixiao’s hungry thrusts. Skin mashed and juices squelched as the reckless, relentless sex continued. The tail smacked her, hit her face, and brushed against her muscles - and it inspired another hot surge within the general. Maybe it was instinct, maybe it was spite, but she acted out without hesitation.

She grabbed Yukong’s tail by the base and yanked. She tugged hard, painfully so perhaps, and sent Yukong into a blissful squeal. Her head lifted,then dropped; her insides tensed, and then quivered. The woman shivered as her tail was pulled by the relentless stud, used like a leash. Her back quivered and her thighs shook, each one a sure sign of pure, feminine pleasure that could not be ignored.

“Yes!” she squealed out. “Pull it harder!”

Feixiao tugged harder. She yanked, and Yukong moaned. The woman arched her spine and dug her fingers into the bed even harder, now just pulling the sheets out of place. She rocked on her hands and knees, both throwing her ass back onto the thrusting pillar of cockmeat as well as flying forward toward the headboard - a piece of the bed that was now just slapping against the wall with percussive noises.

The entire bed was bouncing, in fact. The bedframe was squeaking, the springs were screeching, everything was moving just too much. Feixiao felt like that should have been important, but it really wasn’t. She simply fucked, simply hammered away at Yukong, pounding her hard and fast while tugging on her tail as if it was just a leash for her enjoyment.

“Yes, yes,” Yukong whined. “Come on, harder!”

And so harder, she went. She was ramming into the moaning slut, plowing her hard and fast, simply taking her how she wanted to be taken. Hard muscle was sent crashing against smooth softness, and a cascade of sloppy noises came in its wake. But, still, Feixiao wanted more. She pummeled into Yukong, sending her rocking. The bed hammered against the wall, peeling the paint. The entire bedframe shivered and squeaked as if to protest this treatment, but it went unnoticed.

“Hard - ah!” Yukong moaned. “It’s - ah -!”

Her insides clenched hard. She began to lock up and shiver uncontrollably; she hit another orgasm at Feixiao’s hands, then. It was unceremonious, perhaps abrupt, but it was whole and pure. She hit a glorious peak and rode it out in a series of shivers and quivers that were wonderful to see and even better to feel - tight, clinging insides, milking the big, thrusting dick for all it was worth.

But Feixiao did not stop. She kept on slamming into the woman, kept on railing her with single-minded adoration. She pulled on her tail at the same time that balls began to throb, and she smacked her ass while her dick pulsated. She left hand-marks in her wake: each possessive touch now imprinted into sore, sweaty skin. Their bodies were practically glistening with a faint layer of perspiration, and it only threatened to get more intense.

Fexiaio gasped. Her cock throbbed too hard, too fast. She bucked as a wave of pleasure swept over her and quickly started to drown out her other senses, such as they were. She didn’t have many of her faculties left, but she began to stutter and falter while railing her dick down in hard, proud arcs. Her dick unceremoniously exploded not even a moment later, and began to pour out a truly volcanic load of baby-batter right out into Yukong’s clenching sheath.

And still, Feixiao did not stop. She was still thrusting into the molten heat of Yukong’s cunt, still plowing away, while her cock bombarded it with waves of jizz. There was more than enough to start overspilling, sending the stuff gushing out like froth. Well-churned and utterly messy, it was sure to stain for years to come. That, of course, didn’t matter. Nothing mattered but the sensory overload of pleasure that the General now chased.

And still - still, Yukong yelled, “Harder! You can do it, show me w-what that body is meant for - !”

Feixiao hissed. She reached up and clamped her hand upon Yukong’s head of gorgeous hair, then pulled hard. She yanked it back like a leash, the same as her tail, and pulled oh-so-remorselessly. All the woman could do was squeal at the rough, possessive touch. Between hair and tail, Yukong felt like a quivering wreck - one that moaned and gasped just beautifully.

Her body shuddered in the throes of pleasure. Her breasts were swinging, sweat was dripping, her ass was clapping loudly - everything was just right. Feixiao savored it as she railed into her form behind without stopping, hitting it all with blinding power. The bed shivered and shook and smacked against the wall again and again, peeling paint with every strike. The damned bed posts were creaking. It all seemed insane.

“Yes, yes, yes - !” Yukong wailed, and so Feixiao kept at it. She pulled hard, yanking on hair like handlebars; she dragged on a tail and whipped it around her forearm, getting a better grip. She dug into the soft meat of an ass in the next moment - had she let go of the tail? She forgot - and clenched, leaving marks on the skin. She panted hard, her abs flexing and dribbling sweat, her breasts bouncing, everything just shaking - 

The bed creaking, bending, the wood shrieking at her as loud as Yukong’s blissful moans -

SNAP, went the bedpost. There was a sudden, loud noise, almost incoherently sharp, and then a monstrous thud. The left-hand post of the bed snapped entirely unceremoniously, and both Foxians were sent tumbling off to the left-hand side. The bed had simply given way, one entire corner collapsing under the stress of their frantic, messy sex. The headboard hit the wall particularly hard in the next moment, and an entire stress fracture opened up across its width.

The fucking stopped. Feixiao grunted in surprise and Yukong laughed in shock. There was a moment of pained stillness where nothing at all happened; they just blinked in confusion, then looked at one another. Yukong was slick with sweat across her face, her pupils blown wide with pleasure. Drool was dripping from her fangs, or so it seemed. Flushed, happy, satisfied - and hungry.

Very hungry.

“That’s never happened before,” Yukong laughed. “Fucking so hard I broke the bed…”

Feixiao breathed hard. She struggled to speak, and so instead only shook her head.

Yukong grinned at her.

“But this isn’t going to stop you,” Yukong asked with a breathless voice, “is it, baby?”

Feixiao growled and shook her head. No words, still. Nothing but raw, rough, animalistic intent. She shoved Yukong’s face straight down into the sheets not even a second later. She just pushed with her hand, used that handlebar of a head to her advantage, and plowed her straight down into the off-skew, slumping mattress.

She held her head down there into the sheets as she began to kickstart her thrusts once more. That quivering, cum-soaked channel was not going to stop her. Why would it?  It was everything he wanted and more. She simplydesired ot fuck, and that was exactly what she did. She pulled, and her waist drew back in a hard, torrid rush. She arched her waist around, and she slammed straight back down into the same brutal gesture.

Yukong howled, of course. She moaned hard into the pillows that she was now muffled against, and her voice seemed to vibrate across the sheets. That didn’t matter to Feixiao. She pounded her dick in as far as she could manage, the head bashing against the woman's cervix in a way that left her palpably shaking. 

“MFGH!” Yukong moaned in a muffled whine, “YESSSH!”

Feixiao held her head down and rolled her own hips in equal measure. She swung her waist in a particularly rough motion as she retracted herself, grinding every inch of thick, turgid cockmeat along the way. It was pushing into the soft peals of that sweet pussy and just mashed it into paste around here, turning Yukong into her own personal hole – or so it felt.

Maybe that was the case, maybe it wasn’t, but Feixiao was only a beast of instinct. She did nothing but obey her desires, shameless and messy as they were. He pumped down, then pulled back, intent on getting every last ounce of pleasure she could out of this and more besides. A fierce, ferocious roll, a powerful ascent, and then she was siding back around for another devastating thrust.

She rose, and they fell. She slammed down in an impaling stroke, rutting her dick into that slick perfection. The tightness, the heat, it all assaulted her again. She loved the feeling. It was dizzying to her. She couldn’t get enough of it. She might never get enough of it. He moaned as she slammed into the base, or as far as she could get; eleven inches down, right up against the woman’s cervix, mashing into her babymaker with feral desire.

“Yes, just like that,” Yukong gasped into the bedsheets. “Fuck me just like that!”

Feixiao’s fingers curled into her hair. She pinned her down there, using her like a toy. She plumped her hips and started to swing them in rough, powerful arcs, just slamming away at the juice-oaked tightness ahead of her. A mess was conjured in her wake: juices and cum pulling out in thick bubbles, staining the sheets for an eternity and more.

She didn’t care. She barely noticed. She simply chased pleasure, and she kept at it with fervent desire. Down she went, pumping and slamming, and listened to Yukong’s beautiful cries as she did so. The woman was moaning into the sheets, drool spilling around her mouth – soaking into the white fabric and leaving a halo around her lips. 

“Harder!” Yukong still demanded, because she was nothing if not persistent. Feixiao was on top, Feixiao was in command, and still, she felt like she helplessly obeyed Yukong’s whims. “Come on, you can do it, baby –“

Fiexio pushed harder on her head, screwing her into the sheets. Her other hand kept her grip, ensuring that Yukong was perfectly face-down, ass-up. In that position, the studly general could do her very best – and that was hard, crashing strokes, and powerful, messy slams.

Yukong’s body took it perfectly. She shuddered as the shaft sawed into her glistening stomach and rammed her silly, moaning as it pounded against the cervix itself in eye-wearing thuds. Her mouth opened and her teeth dug into the sheets, now ripping them with her Foxian fangs. Feixiao didn’t care. She just kept on going, kept on slamming, hitting her stride despite the protesting bed strings and the creaking bed frame.

In, and out. Her cock was gliding, now. It was truly beautiful. She’d never imagined someone could take her so well, or with such vigour – but this woman did. Her cunt took every single spearing thrust and she moaned out her glee between bedsheet-shredding bites. Her hands gripped and tangled in the pale green fabric, similarly twisting it out of place. Her trail waved around eagerly, almost jolting energetically on each cervix-pounding thrust.

“Hard-er!” Yukong still slurred out. “Make up or – I want you to make up for all these centuries I went without getting fucked!”

Her voice was louder than ever, and Fexiaio drank it up. She put more energy into her thrust, more power to her blows, despite the inability to really do so; she was at her limit. She was almost entirely inside, but a few inches remained outside, and her knot couldn't get in. That was part of Feixiao’s curse, it seemed: having a huge cock to pleasure women, but incapable of knotting them just right.

Still, she tried. She tried with hard, battering strokes, and thick, balls-deep slams. She crashed down to the hilt, and she pulled back to do it again. She pounded the gorgeous slut in that whorish downward-dog, with her ass raised high and her head pinned right down into the sheets. 

Each blow made Yukong's ass wobble and her spine arch. It was getting more and more pronounced, too, as if her body was adjusting itself to a torrid position. The bed was still squeaking in protest, but that was fine – Feixiao could fix it later. Or something. It didn’t matter. Yukong mattered. That stupidly fluttering tail mattered.

Again, Feixiao grabbed it. Again, she pulled on it. This time though, she tugged it aside and locked it around her arm to keep it out of the way – but just yanking on that tail caused Yukong to shriek all over again. Her pussy gushed orgasmically. Maybe she was cumming once again – Feixiao wasn’t sure. Honestly, it was a bit hard to tell between one moment and the next, but it felt like it.

“Aeons, you’re so good!" Yukong slurred, 

Sounded like it, too.

“Fuck me, fuck me like you mean it,” Yukong was once again demanding, almost yelling at her. “Harder, Feixiao!”

And so harder it was. Feixiao curled her fingers into Yukong’s hair and gripped it harder. She tied her fingers in the feathery green locks and got a nice, firm handle. Her other hand slapped her ass hard, then continued to pull on her tail. Each moment was one of churning, gushing pleasure, and it addicted the General like nothing else in her life.

“I want to feel all of it,” Yukong moaned. “Just shove it all the way inside!”

Yukong was begging and shouting, and Feixiao felt that ache build up again. She hammered down as hard as he could, but that innermost barrier still prevented entry – didn’t it? She was rutting right up against the woman’s cervix itself. There was no further that she could manage. 

Or maybe not. Yukong was twerking her ass back, her body was still moving, and Feixiao was still pounding. She needed just a bit more leverage, maybe. Her hand yanked on Yukong’s tail, urging her to throw her ass back even more – and then he grabbed her waist and tugged, shoving the woman bodily onto her cock.

“F-Fuck!” Yukong swore. Hearing the elegant woman curse still surprised Feixiao considerably, but she ignored it. “Yes, yes, baby, nice and hard like that –“

Feixiao pulled and rutted, pounding and slamming. She rammed against the barrier of Yukong's womb, and desperately sought entry with each deep stroke. In, and out. Again, and again. Hard, and fast, and rough, to rail her like a bitch in heat. Her cervix took every single blow, and each time, Yukong would squeal orgasmically – but Feixiao did not stop.

She didn’t let up. She was battering the entrance to her womb with the intention to break through, because that was all that was left to Feixiao’s animalistic mind. Nothing else mattered but this. She pumped hard, thudded home, again, and again, assmeat plapping, balls  thwapping, sweaty flying off her body in thick droplets –

“Knot me!” Yukong shouted at her,  despite being pinned down into the sheets; her makeup running around her eyes, her lipstick smeared, sweat dripping from her lovely curves. “Knot me already! What are you waiting for?!”

Nothing. Feixiao was waiting for nothing. Not consciousness, no sensibility, and certainly not biological reality. No, the only thing that mattered was the fact that Foxian bodies were very durable, because when she slammed home and broke through into Yukong’s womb – when she pierced her cervix properly – she had finally stuffed the woman up with thirteen inches of dickmeat.

And now, Yukong was really howling. She squealed and came on the spot as her womb was invaded by those last few inches of meat, the ones that speared straight into her babymaker and crashed against the back wall with a solid thump. The sensation was sure to be dizzying for her. Feixiao herself was lost in a new bout of pleasure she could scarcely understand.

In more ways than one. As her cock finally sank into the woman’s womb, so did her knot. It rammed against the folds of her pussy, lodging there with the desperation to sink down – and as her shaft whipped through Yukong’s womb itself, the knot, too, sank into those willing, pliant folds. It should not have been as easy as it was, but by that point, Yukong was so soaking wet, so lubed and stretched, that it was not hard at all.

With a forceful shove and a powerful rut, Feixiao impaled her womb and knotted her breeding bitch. The pleasure was dizzying. It felt like Feixiao's entire world had crashed down. Maybe the same sensation was flowing over Yukong, given how she was moaning like a slut. Her hands were tearing at the sheets, she bit down so hard she was ripping up the mattress – it was beautiful.

But it wasn’t enough. They weren’t done. Feixiao was not done yet. She used the handlebars of Yukong’s hair to immediately swing her upright, pulling her from the face-down position and up into the air. More squeals echoed out as Yukong was yanked into a kneeling position by her head, with her hair still pulled in Feixia’s strong arm.

Another arm wrapped around her belly and grabbed one of her fat, doughy tits. It started to squeeze as Feixiao, now kneeling behind Yukong, continued to pump her hips around. It was much, much harder, now. There was barely any room when Yukong was kneeling against their pelvis, barely any space when the knot was so infuriatingly shoved inside, but Feeixiao did not let that stop her.

She had to force the knot to move, but she did so happily. The thick, fleshy bulge was hyper-sensitive by that point, and so every single ounce of tight friction left it burning with pleasure. The rest of her cock was a throbbing mess, but Feixiao did not let that hold her back either. She kept on pushing, kept on sawing, now only moving a mere inch or two at a time - but this was the most intense fucking yet.

A womb-impaling, knot-grinding, fuck. The insane bulge of a knot was rubbing and shoving across too-tight walls, which caused Yukong to gasp and quiver incoherently with each touch. The thickness pressed into her, drilled up against her, hit spots that did not seem rational, and then went further still - whilst the rest of the cock dug into the depths of the woman’s womb itself, bashing it down on the deepest of strokes.

Dizzying. Intoxicating. Impossible. But, very, very real. Feixiao growled as she swung her hips around in rough, drilling arcs, all grace gone, and nothing left but utterly feral breeding. She thrust from the waist, pounded with her knees, and smashed against the curve of a fluffy ass each and every time. Yukong wheezed, now; her spine bent, her head lolling back more and more. 

Feixiao released the grip on her hair and slid her arm around to lock Yukong’s neck up in the crook of her muscled bicep. She yanked her back harder, firmer, her grip now unyielding. Her breasts bashed up against Yukong’s shoulders, forming neat cushions - almost serving their biological function at that point. Her hips continued to roll, continued to slide, sawing her big dick in and out by inches - but the most intense inches one could imagine.

Yukong was gurgling. She was groaning. Her hands clasped across Fexiao’s muscles, gripping her biceps and her forearms before digging her nails down. She shivered between each ass-clapping, body-jarring thrust, and moaned after each cervix-grinding rush. Her head lolled back, almost just enough for Feixiao to stare at her heavily-lidded eyes.

Acting purely on feral instinct, Feixiao bit down on the green-furred mass of Yukong’s ear. She nipped it hard, more than enough to make her partner squeak. Still nibbling, Feixiao continued to swing her hips around in hard, coring arcs, doing the best she could to just move. It was not easy at all with her knot shoved in so deep, but with her strength and muscle mass, she did it anyway.

Railing strokes. Slamming thrusts. A few inches, but devastating ones. She smacked into Yukong’s ass and mashed it down into soft putty. The hard application of strength lifted Yukong’s body up each and every time, sent her breasts fluttering, her tail wildly spasming in the process. The bed was quivering again, the fractured headboard was creaking, everything just seemed like a mess.

A beautiful mess.

“You’ve - already knotted - me -!” Yukong squeaked out, her voice weak and sloppy and delicious. “Aren’t - you - going to - b-breed me!?”

Feixiao did not know if it was a demand, a command, an urge, or a plea; it didn’t matter. Whatever it was, she wholeheartedly submitted to it. She rocked her hips in a series of hard, firm jabs, moving with desperation. Her pushes were rough and length; deep and hard, but slow and steady. One, two, three, each one battering away at the backmost curve of Yukong’s very womb.

Yukong was a shivering wreck, and Feixiao was not much better. Their sweaty bodies gyrated together for a hard, dizzying moment - what could have been seconds or could have been minutes, it didn’t matter. Fexiao rode her feral high to the very end, until she couldn’t last any longer. She thrust and growled and nibbled on Yukong’s ear whilst holding her firmly in her arms, body entirely at her mercy.

She thudded in to the hilt, mashing an ass against her pelvis. Her knot seemed to expand as her cock swelled. It throbbed hard, tumultuously, like a firehose. It lasted for one single second before the flood, and it seemed to be bigger than any of the ones before it. It was all hot, bubbling ropes of jizz, spattering directly into the woman’s womb - right into her babymaker itself, with nothing to stop it.

Jets of cream lashed out across the back wall and spattered out in thick, gooey arcs. Feixiao felt it rushing about her shaft, felt herself pumping that womb full to the very brim. She felt more of the stuff running down in sticky heaps, like a flood that could not be contained - but it was. It was contained by the fat knot lodged inside, ensuring that not a single droplet of seed was wasted. Every last bit of it was pumped right inside.

Yukong squealed wordlessly, her breath wheezing out of her lungs. Once the feeling of molten-hot cum poured into her, once that final climax was triggered, she, too,was set off. Violently, this time, with every ounce of her body - every curve and every muscle beneath the skin - shivering at the same time. Intense contractions assaulted Feixaio, and she clamped her hands down harder to contain them. It seemed like the most intense orgasm yet, but frankly, Feixiao was in no position to understand that. She just enjoyed it, just rode it out with her partner.

It was a mating fugue, though, that was for sure. It was the depth of heat that only two Foxians in their mating season could ever hope to enjoy. Feixao growled possessively through it, her chest vibrating like some wild animal. She clung to Yukong, keeping her nice and tight and contained - every shivering inch pressed firmly against her body. 

Feixiao was not sure how long it lasted. Her mind did not understand concepts such as time. She just knew it happened, that it kept on happening, and that it would continue to happen in the future. Everything felt good and warm and light, making her head feel blissfully dazed. 

But eventually, Yukong’s hand rose up. It grabbed Feixiao by the head and curled into her hair, as if to try and push her back. Yukong’s head rolled; her ear slipped out from between the general’s teeth. Sliding back and arching her neck, she got a decent shot at some eye-to-eye contact. 

“You know, I haven’t had a good fuck in centuries,” Yukong breathed in a raw voice. “So I’m really hoping you can properly break that dry streak.”

The creaking bedframe protested those words.

“Do you think you’re up to it,” Yukong purred, as if she’d not just been knotted like a shameless whore, “Miss General?”

Feixiao grumbled. She latched onto Yukong’s neck with her teeth, causing her to whine;  she shoved her bodily down into the bed, pinning her entire body beneath her weight, and resumed screwing her brains out in nothing short of a sweaty, sloppy pronebone. Maybe the sex would end at some point, but it wasn’t going to be anytime soon. 

Feixiao had far too much to give, and Yukong wanted too much for them to stop now.

The bedroom was totally, absolutely, trashed. 

That was the only way to describe it.

It was a mess. An absolute mess. When Feixiao looked around at it, she was almost entirely appalled by what she saw. Her dresser was smeared in liquids and fluids that she did not want to name, and the glass mirror was fractured in two places. One of her chairs was just broken at the legs, reduced to fragments of wood. A coffee table had one of its legs snapped, and it had also comically fallen over - matching one of her trophy plinths.

Some of her prized weapons were no longer on the walls, and had fallen somewhere or other. A painting or two was askew. Coffee must have stained the carpet, unless there was some other explanation for the brown, muddied stain. It certainly wasn’t all that white stuff that did it - that left different strains entirely, and it was everywhere.

Cum and juice and liquids and saliva and sweat and more stained half of the surfaces in the room. Smeared, stuck on, dried on, and more besides. It looked like a hurricane had passed through the room. A very lewd, very sexual hurricane. Everywhere Feixiao looked, she was appalled. Her jaw dropped more and more and her heart began to palpitate with stress.

“Are those teeth marks…?” She whispered to herself as she looked at what seemed like bites across the edge of a chair. She squeezed her eyes shut, rubbed them, and shook her head, just to make sure she was not hallucinating. She was not. Grumbling, she rubbed a hand over her face - it felt dried and sticky and she didn’t like it one single bit - and raked her hair back.

She became aware rather slowly that her field of vision was far too low for what should have been the bed. It took her a moment to realize that the bedframe was at an awkward angle and the mattress had pressed against the floor, all because at least two of the front legs had snapped. The headboard was entirely missing, somehow, in some way.

The mattress itself was a mess. Cuts and bites and tears and rips, some of them exposing the spongy material underneath. Saliva, cum, sweat, all of it matted down whatever was left of the sheets. Turning her head and flicking out her ear, she winced when the bright rays of sunlight hit her eyes - it was definitely a new morning.

Grumbling, Fexiao slid her body upright. Her body was in no better of a state than the rest of the room. Bite marks covered her, juices and sweat slicked her over, and she looked like she had bruises over random parts of her musculature. She felt sore, yet also felt surprisingly good. Relieved, in a way. It was as if a load had been taken off her shoulders, and it was nice.

But she couldn’t breathe out a sigh of relief yet, because she had to figure out what was -

There was a yawn from Feixiao’s left. She heard it, then felt the presence right beside her. Slowly, memories came back to her. Slowly, recollections of the night before started to hit her, but she almost imagined - perhaps, hoped - that it was just a dream of some kind. Her head tilted slowly, as if to give the memories ample time to run away and flee.

They did not, and neither did the figure of Yukong sleeping right beside her. The lovely, elegant charioteer, a refined older woman of mature years, was entirely naked on the bed beside her. Her creamy body was covered in scratches and dried cum and bite marks that looked like she’d been attacked by a small, angry shark. Her fur was matted with liquids that Feixiao didn’t want to think about. In some places, handprints were bruised into her skin. 

“Oh no,” Feixiao murmured to herself. “Oh no, oh no, oh no, what did I do last night?!”

But she knew what she had done, because those memories were all back in her head. She’d been fucking Yukong like a two-bit whore for the entire night. She’d given her backshots across the dresser, and plowed her into the mirror until it broke; she’d similarly bent her over the chair, and as Yukong bit into the fabric, hammered away at her until it gave way.

Flat on her back on the coffee table, then face down into the sofa. Halfway against the window, which explained why her breasts were imprinted upon it, before bouncing her in her lap. The stains on the wooden floor were probably from when Yukong had rubbed the cock down with her breasts; maybe the spit marks across the carpet were from a deepthroat. 

Feixiao knew they had finished on the bed, but not at what time. Heck, she didn't even remember pulling out. She was sure that she’d knotted the woman and fallen asleep like that - hadn’t she? Shit, her brain felt like fuzz. She shook her head and groaned, baffled and shocked and concerned and - 

“You’re making far too much noise this morning,” Yukong said with a little yawn. 

Feixiao blinked rapidly. She watched Yukong roll over onto her back, and then watched her lift herself up. Her arms stretched up into the air together, one against the other; she began to stretch out her entire body in a way that did things to Feixiao’s internal biology that drove her crazy. The wobbling of breasts, the ripple of her ribcage - it was a lot.

“I - I - I  - eh?” Feixiao mumbled like an utter fool. She watched helplessly as Yukong sat up straight and stretched so sensually beside her. There were teeth marks over her shoulders, across her tits - on her ears. 

What had she even done last night!?

Yukong looked at her askance, then smiled cutely. “Mhmmmm… Thanks for last night, dear. That really helped me destress. We might have to do it more often.”

“Whaubuhah?” Feixiao mumbled incoherently, her face heating up rapidly. It felt so hot she could cook an egg on it. What was even going on? What had she done last night? She’d knotted Yukong, pierced into her womb, just railed her like some cheap slut you could find on the corner of a Laofu dock - 

Yukong now stretched her arms out in front of her and curved her back sensually. “Mhm… I’m really glad I overheard your doctor saying that you needed to empty those balls, because I don’t think I would have gotten off this well without that. Funny how coincidences work sometimes, isn’t it?”

Feixiao blinked. The few brain cells in her head that had survived last night’s lesbian antics now started to reboot like a failing Xianzhou mech. She stared, her jaw slack, her silence overwhelming. Soon, Yukong noticed. She looked at her, really looked at her, and began to giggle.

“Wait a sec,” Feixiao blurted, “That was CONSENSUAL?”

“...Now, let me think…” Yukong hummed. “Did I give consent when I wore a thong through my dress, or when I told you to eat me out…?”

“You - I - you -” Feixiao shook her head once. Twice. Held up her hand, and showed one finger. “One sec.”

Yukong stared with amusement as Feixiao whipped herself around and looked at her nightstand. She searched out her phone charger, which was not where it was meant to be. She started to lean forward and halfway fell out of the bed as she followed the discarded charger wire until she triumphantly found the end of the cable - but her phone was not attached to its usual place.

“I do think you left your phone by your pants?’ Yukong suggested.

Feixiao scrambled around on her hands and knees, crawling through the room to get to her discarded shorts. She yanked her phone out from within, then hefted it around. She turned it on, scrambled to find Jiaoqiu’s contact, and slammed her thumb against it. She shoved her phone against her ear and cradled it like a lifesaver.

“Hello, this-”

“JIAOQIU,” Feixiao whisper-shouted, “I THINK I FUCKED UP.”

“...So, how was your date with Yukong, General?”

HOW DOES HE KNOW? Feixiao glanced at Yukong surreptitiously. The woman was laughing at her. “I-I-I-I went crazy on her last night! It was -”

“You didn’t - well, you did, but don’t worry, it was all pre-arranged,” said the doctor.

Feixiao fell silent. “What?”

“We arranged it, all of us. Yukong said she - excuse my language - needed to end her dry spell, and you were in medical need of relief, so it worked out. “

Feixiao blinked. “What?”

“Is the phone working? You needed to get laid, she needed to get laid, it all worked out.”

Feixiao worked her jaw. “What about my sickness!?”

“Your sickness? It’s nothing. You were suffering from a severe heat and centuries of - well - to put this bluntly, backed-up-balls syndrome. You needed to get laid. That was it.”

Feixiao couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “But you gave me pills!”

“Those were just orange-flavoured candies to get your mind off things. You needed to have sex, there was nothing medically - okay, well, it’s medical, but there was no sickness.”

Feixiao worked her jaw. “...Why didn’t you just TELL ME THAT?!”

“Because, Feixiao, if I told you that you ‘needed to get laid’, you’d ask me ‘why do I need to lay down what for’.”

Yukong howled with laughter in the background.

Feixiao flushed. “E-excuse me -”

“You’re very difficult about these things, you see. So, Yukong took it upon herself to plan out a date that would coerce your… ah, ‘best qualities’ out. So, I can assure you, as long as you emptied yourself out nicely, you’re going to be perfectly fine. If not, then I suggest using the time you two have together.”

Feixiao listened silently for a moment. She considered it, then nodded. “You and I are going to have a talk after.”

She hung up and tossed her phone down. She looked back at Yukong, who was still giggling on the ruins of the bed. “Planned, huh?”

“Very much so,” Yukong drawled. “I do have to say that it was very enjoyable riling you up. When you snapped? Oh, it was quite attractive.”

“I was like a wild animal,” Feixiao murmured as she returned to the bed. Muscles flexed and her cock seemed to almost bob, and Yukong looked at all of it with appreciation.

“Sometimes, a woman just wants to be pinned down and mated like an animal,” Yukong told her. 

“I knotted you,” Feixiao said as she rose up onto the bed. She was almost crawling over Yukong’s legs, which were marked with bites and kisses and bruises. 

“That you did,” Yukong agreed. “It felt pretty amazing.”

The more that Feixiao climbed up, the more that Yukong leaned back. Soon, the older woman was flat on her back with the General up above her: hands beside her head, knees to either side of her waist. Her chest sloped down with the weight of gravity, almost rubbing up against her partner’s below.

“You really wanted all of that?” Feixiao asked carefully, because she was still unsure of herself.

“All of it,” Yukong said. “Helping a famous, built-like-a-wall General medically empty her balls by having crazy, bed-breaking sex? That’s my perfect idea of a vacation.”

Shuddering, Feixiao dipped her head lower. “Can I kiss you? Because I really wanna kiss you.”

“You’re asking for permission after plowing me into mush?”

“I normally, you know, ask for permission first…”

Yukong laughed. “You may kiss.”

She leaned in and did exactly that. She pressed their lips together roughly, but nowhere as rough as last night. There was none of the feral biting and nipping that had plagued all of their actions the night before. This was more of a clumsy sort of roughness, where two sets of lips didn’t quite align, where it came from two women who were maybe just a bit too hyped up on their emotions to make it nice and normal.

It was very nice, though, to be able to kiss Yukong without that frantic, feral need to mate behind it. It was so much softer, so much kinder, though it was still pretty rough. Lips mashed down just right, and the heat of mouths spilled out eagerly. There was a hot, breathy pant in the air, and a low growl that rose from the back of Feixiao’s throat - but not that animalistic, mindless growl from before.

This one was warmer and more reassuring. This time, when lips parted, there was no biting and nibbling, no thrusting tongues, but just a warm, eager embrace. The two were locking lips properly, their heads tilted so that they could really make out with one another: trading air and spit and gentle tongue-touches without any ferocious wrangling going on.

Feixiao’s hands moved around. She grabbed hold of Yukong’s hair and gently threaded her fingers into it, just to feel it. Yukong did the exact same thing, too: she grabbed her hair and pulled firmly, just to caress and coax. Her other hand slid down and squeezed a breast, then moved across her muscles, stroking her fondly.

It was far more than just a friend’s kiss. Their passions from the night before were still very much present, it seemed, just softer, less hard-edged. It was very satisfying for what it was, really. Feixiao let out a low, warm grumble from the depths of her chest. Yukong purred against her mouth and slipped her tongue around in a sensual crawl, matching the way that her hands tickled the General’s body.

Already, Feixiao’s dick was swelling. Just being in a woman’s arms, feeling her hands wrap around her, was enough to get her blood boiling. Was she really that easy? Really that horny? Apparently, yes. When Yukong pulled her down, arms wrapped around her back, it sent a thrill through her body. When their breasts mashed together and their lips tangled tighter, it made her body surge with heat.

Her cock was thick against Yukong’s belly. That hadn’t been an intention, but it was a definite outcome. She didn’t mind it. She wasn’t sure if Yukong minded it, though. The thicker her cock became, the more that her libido rose up. She started to gently roll her hips as the desire to rut intensified, but she did her best to hold it back.

Yukong broke the kiss first. “Feels like someone’s woken up.”

Feixiao blushed a bit, but kept her gaze steady. “Yeah, it, uh, happens. A lot, actually.”

“I can see why you were so backed up,” Yukong laughed. “Or, well, perhaps not. You’re very fetching…”

Feixiao averted her gaze. “I don’t know. It gets intimidating, sometimes. And, uh, I have other problems that make it hard to… find… people…”

She trailed off lamely. Yukong sighed in a sing-song tune and caressed her cheek. 

“Whatever the case, I’m more than happy to enjoy it all for myself,” Yukong said, and those were the exact sort of words needed to make Feixiao’s heart buzz. “And I am feeling a bit horny this morning…”

Feixiao licked her lips. “Don’t you have work or something?”

“I took the day off,” Yukong told her, eyes shining.

“You really planned ahead, huh?” Feixiao chuckled. Her heart was, by that point, thrumming with happiness. Her body was bubbling with delight. She was very happy with how things were turning out, with how welcoming Yukong was. It was just exciting to be in this sort of position, and she couldn't help it.

She began to peel Yukong’s legs aside. The gorgeous older woman smiled in a way that really did make her heart leap. “We’re not teenagers, darling. If I’m going to get fucked, it’s going to happen the right way.”

“You are unreasonably hot, you know that, right?” Feixiao told her.

“I know now,” Yukong quipped. She helped spread her legs and stretched out, with arms above her head - a pinup model, truly. The exact sort of woman that Feixiao wanted to have underneath of her, no matter what. She was only too happy to drag her cock down, rubbing the knotted girth across the smoothness of her figure, until she reached her entranceway again.

“Because I didn’t tell you last night,” Feixiao said huskily, “I gotta say that you are the hottest lady I’ve ever been with.”

Yukong smiled prettily. “You’re quite fetching yourself, but you already know that.”

Feixiao chuckled warmly. She set her cock down and pushed, but not hard; it was a smooth thrust, a gentle one, because she did not want to set the basis of this relationship - situationship? Friendship with benefits? - as just rough, sloppy sex. She wanted to show that she could be good, and that she could take care of a woman properly.

She dropped her weight with a measured roll, not too hard, and not too fast. Her cock started to slide into the gorgeous heat of Yukong’s cunt with the same ease as it had last night, but without any of the bedbreaking force. It was more gentle, though still rather firm; she was thirteen inches, and even with her knot deflated, it was quite thick.

Yukong sighed beautifully as the dick began to spear into the soft, indulgent heat of her cunt. Walls spread willingly, and almost seemed to suckle her in deeper; the gorgeous pinness wrapped around the shaft and pressed down tight. It was a perfect, gripping hug, and diving into that luscious tunnel was everything that Feixiao could have wanted. It was just insanely perfect, as if their bodies had been designed for one another.

“You are so, so tight for me, Yukong,” Feixiao said with breathless hunger. “You feel incredible.”

She dug down and pushed forward, and was surprised - but not altogether shocked - by how wet it all was. Yukong’s body was perfectly wet, almost bubbling with arousal. She was just as eager to have sex as Feixiao was, and that was another beautiful thing. Their bodies were still moving in perfect harmony, as if they were drunk off one another.

“I love it so much,” Feixiao husked. Her hands rolled across those lean thighs and up to the curve of Yukong’s waist, where she got a good grip; she used her strength to gently tug Yukong forward, but nowhere near as hard as the night before. Her hips did most of the work there, and she drove down gently, but firmly, into that utter furnace of a pussy.

Yukong let out a hot, eager breath of desire. Her hands moved down again and grabbed hold of Feixiao’s shoulders; a perfect handle for her, it seemed. “It’s moments like these that remind me just how much I missed a good dick.”

Feixiao burst out laughing. “Yeah? That a fact?”

Yukong nodded. “Oh, it’s been a long time for me, and I forgot how good it is to be filled up nicely…”

Yukong similarly rolled her hips forward and pushed herself up against the thick dick. She was almost thrusting onto it, and that made Feixiao laugh with desire. This woman was so insanely hot to her that it was crazy. She eased down further into her delicious core, spreading her out bit by bit, inch by inch. Her shaft just slid into that tight furnace, easy as could be.

“... Especially by a nice, big dick, attached to a hot, young stud,” Yukong said with a sly wink.

“Young?” Feixiao laughed. “Really?”

“Well, you’re certainly younger than me…”

“Well, that just makes you a cradle robber, doesn’t it?”

Yukong laughed at her and playfully slapped her shoulder. She moaned, then, when Feixiao rolled her hips down, when the meat of her cock ground against the softness of her cunt just right. A good angle for her to attack from, a sensitive spot that made the beautiful woman shiver. That was all that Feixiao could hope for: shivers and quivers and the sight of pleasure stretched over that stunning face.

“Oh, Aeons,” Yukong sighed throatily. “You really are stretching me out so much…”

“Yeah, but you’re just so tight around me,” Feixiao purred throatily. “I love it so much, Yukong.”

Yukong gasped out a happy noise and rolled her head. “You know, it’s nice hearing you speak. I loved that feral side, don’t get me wrong, but you have a wonderful voice.”

“You are so sexy it’s driving me crazy,” Feixiao told her. She dipped down and pushed their lips together again, capturing the woman in a hot, hungry kiss. She tried to pace herself, though, tired not to go too hard; her hips, meanwhile, rolled with a flex of her muscles. The cock ground against those tight, juicy walls, and dug in deep. Not to the knot, but more than enough for this lazy, early morning sex.

Yukong purred against her mouth and combed fingers through her hair. She stroked her as Feixiao rolled her hips around in a hard, sensual arc, dragging her big dick across those squishy, squirming folds. Everything felt so warm and tight around her, all so damned perfect that it was hard to think straight. She wanted to be graceful and smooth, but the Foxian didn’t quite have all that in her. She could only do her best, which was a mixture of gracefulness and rough fumbling.

Still, it made Yukong moan. She sighed throatily as Feixiao pulled out of her core, dragging backward with utter ease. Their bodies were roughly aligned, making this sort of thing simple enough for the hung stud. Everything was warm, wet, and slippery, so a backward tug meant nothing - and a forward thrust was as easy as taking a deep breath.

Feixiao pulled out of the kiss as she dropped her weight and thrust inside. She began to move her hips firmly, with measure;  she dug in as if her cock was a spear and filled her right up with the brutal thickness of her shaft. Yukong moaned beautifully as it drove down as far as it could, until the deflated knot was almost thumping against her core - or so it felt.

“Ah!” Yukong gasped, her fingers curling deliciously as the pleasure fluttered through her body. 

Feixiao kissed along Yukong’s neck, moving over the hickeys she had left the night before. Bite marks and kiss marks and red splotches were everywhere, and they made her chuckle. Still, she was happy to be doing it again, and this time actually being able to remember where she was putting her mouth – everything last night was a fog, and she wanted to remember this.

“Why are you laughing?” Yukong asked with a breathless sort of excitement.

“Oh, just thinking that you’re going to be going back to work with my mouth all over you,” Feixiao teased warmly. 

Yukong smirked. “Everyone’s going to be wondering what animal I let crawl all over me.”

“It’ll be the scandal of the century,” Feixiao murmured. She went down further, along a shoulder, and then down some more – peppering over the woman’s clavicles and then across her breasts. “By the Hunt, your tits are perfect.”

“You keep calling me perfect, you know –“

“Oh, because it’s true," Feixiao cut her off. She latched onto her nipple a second later and pulled it up into her mouth, and then began to hungrily slurp on it. Her touches were not all that gentle, not as much as she wanted them to be – but she was a rough-edged woman by nature, and she could not control such small things. She suckled, and the taste of skin filled her mouth.

Yukong groaned. It was a happy noise, and Feixiao liked listening to it. She flicked her eyes up and stared at Yukong’s pretty face, which stared back in turn; locked eyes and all.  A hand was in her air again, coaxing it back. The way those nails felt against Feixiao’s scalp was awfully pleasant, though she couldn’t say why.

“You really like sucking on them, hm?”

Feixiao chuckled around a mouthful of breast. She suckled a bit harder, and rolled her tongue out in a lapping flick. Yukong sighed, which continued to delight her. She moaned, too, as the shaft thrust down, as Fiexia’s hips guided herself around with unconscious thought. She might not have had sex for a long time since last night, yet her body knew exactly what it was supposed to do and how it was supposed to do it.

She thrust down hard and eagerly, her shaft filling up the gorgeous nook of her cunt. The thick meat pierced her core right open and shoved down with ease, finding a neat one in her core. When it was so wet and ready for her, it was easy to just thrust – to drop her weight and shove herself down, then roll, and push back again.

“Oh, Feixiao,” Yukong breathed out in a hot slur. Your cock feels fantastic."

“Just my cock?” Feeixiao teased as she pulled back with a wet pop. 

“The rest of you is just as fantastic," Yukong told her, “But I love the way you're fucking me,”

Feixiao’s body burned with delight. Grinning, she leaned back, and rose up a bit higher – her spine arching and her muscles flexing. She squeezed Yukong’s chest for a moment before sliding down to cup her waist, and luxuriated in the way that Yukong’s eyes raked over her. There was a lot of appreciation in her gaze, and no small amount of hunger, too.

“I always want to make sure a pretty lady is happy,” Feixiao hummed. “That’s what makes me a good general.”

Yukong licked her lips quickly and sighed. “Mhm, I’ll give you a favourable review, then.”

Her teasing banter hit Feixiao in all the right spots. It had been so long since she'd had someone in bed that she could really connect with, or vibe with, or whatever they would want to call it. IT just felt right. Staring down at Yukong, watching her tits wobble and sway as Feixao started to pump into her core, it was all just incredible.

Feixiao gripped the woman’s hips and began to rock her hips a little faster. She was in deep, but she was not going as hard as the night before. Her thrusts were more measured, more pronounced, sliding in deep, and then pulling back firmly – letting Yukong feel all of her girth rubbing and bouncing instead of just enjoying the rough friction of a brain-mushing pounding.

“You have so many muscles,” Yukong told her as she looked over her shoulders, her arms, and then her stomach, all in a quick, appreciative flick. “I can’t wait to get to know them all.”

Again, Feixiao burst out laughing. “You know what to say to get me all riled up, damn.”

Yukong sighed, and moaned, as the cock stabbed in nice and deep. Feixioa loved the feeling of that pussy loved around her dick, but loved the sigh of Yukong moaning for her even more. She wanted to draw out more of those reactions, so she went a bit harder, got a bit more firm with it. Her hands were secure around the woman’s broad hips, and now she started to pull on them – not just drawing her forward, but dragging her right up off the bed, too.

She raised those hips up in their grip, lifting Yukong’s ass a full foot above the bedsheets. The new woman yelped and kicked her leg around for stability, which only made it far more unusual. Her spine arched a bit to accommodate, but it wasn't necessary – Feixiao had her hips in a steely grip, and she used it to rut forward in a strong, forward arc.

“You’re so strong, too,’ Yukong gasped. “I love that…!”

“You felt it all last night,’ Feixiao told her with a grin. “I can be more than just strong, you know. I’ll handle ya just right.”

She held her up and pounded into her core with those long, firm strokes, her shaft easily finding a home into those wet nooks and crannies. She dug down as far as she could wield herself, and thudded into the woman’s innermost depths – all but kissing her cervix again, which was surely sore by now. But, all Yukong did was sigh and moan, which delighted the General.

He pumped in between those sweet legs, and felt them curl around her. She watched Yukong’s belly curve; her spine was arching, pushing her stomach up into a bridge. Her shoulders were still touching the bedding, though, and so the more that she arched, the more sinful the sight became. 

“You’re so flexible,” she husked. “Fuck, the way you beed your back is driving me crazy."

Yukong smiled and moaned in equal measure. “I like to keep in shape.”

“I can tell,” Feixiao rumbled, her eyes feasting on everything. “You’re so sexy.”

She felt like a broken record, but it was true. Yukong was insanely hot, and she was delighted in every single ounce of this lewdness. She had not expected it, she had practically been honey-potted into it, but daminnit, it was too good. She stared and fucked with vigor, her hips rolling and pushing, her dick jabbing down again and again without stopping. 

Yukong’s belly was bent up, and her shoulders were slid back, her breasts wobbling beautifully with each pump into her slick core, which came at an affirm, measured pace. Deep strokes, powerful ones, made the woman moan – but nowhere as hard as the last niece, where her ass had been beating like a drum. Here, the huds were more calm, but still powerful.

A normal girl wouldn’t be able to handle this. Yukong was, and she was doing it easily. She gasped and she moaned and she gripped the sheets, but she wasn’t overwhelmed. When she looked at Feixiao, it kept that fire in her core burning hot. Everything about her was a sweet addiction, and the general wanted to just jump right in.

“Is that all you’ve got?” The woman teased, and Feixao could only snort her lustful approval.

'Not at all,’ she husked, and yanked Yukong bodily upright. Just one movement, and she tugged her up from the sheets, lifting her entirely away from the bed, and then up into her arms – sliding her back onto her kneeling frame. Yukong yelped at this new position, shivered as her weight was manhandled around so easily: Feixiao’s incredible strength really making itself apparent.

She yanked the woman into her kneeling lap. It was an awkward position, not quite a cowgirl, not quite a lotus, but something in between. Messy, sloppy, and just perfect. Hands were tight upon the woman's narrow waist, and that served as a perfect grip to yank her up, then down, with purely manhandling touches. Yukong was not bouncing herself: she was being bounced around at the powerful General’s lustful discretion.

“Oh, s-shit,” Yukong swore gently, her breath hiking for a moment. “Is that what these muscles are for? Manhandling ladies around?”

“Absolutely,” Feixiao protested, and that made Yukong laugh. She ginned and dipped in for another kiss, sharing their passions and their breath for an intoxicating moment. Her hands rolled down along a spire, then over to the fat curve of a fluffy ass, which she dug into without shame. Squeezing it and fondling it, she got a good enough grip to resume her bouncing from there.

She manhandled Yukong up, and then down, in her arms. She shifted her across inches and inches of turgid cockmeat as if it was nothing. Heck, the woman took it as if it was nothing. It should have been overwhelming, but she was fine with it all. She took every last bit of it into her shopping core, then moaned for more. Hot, gasping sounds, matching the fervency of her hands.

She fondled Feixiao wherever she could. She squeezed her breasts, her abs, her shoulder, just feeling her up like she was starved for attention, maybe she was. Maybe she was as backed up and needy as the gnarl had been. It was such a hot, delicious thought. It bounced around in Feixiao’s head as they kissed, and stayed there when she started to rub her mouth along that soft neck.

“Your ass is so soft, and your hips are so pretty," Feixiao purred. “You know, that thong? It drove me fucking wild yesterday.”

“I know, that’s why I wore it,” Yukong breathed back."It took you long enough to realize it, though.”

Feixiao shuddered. “Hey, I don’t wanna assume.”

“I know, it’s charming," Yukong told her. “Oh, ah, just like that, Feixiao – ah, you’re getting me so close, baby…”

"I love it when you call me that, gorgeous,” Feixiao told her breathlessly.

She carried her up and fucked her down into her lap. Up, and then down. She bounced her fervently, carrying her along with ease. Her muscles bunched up powerfully and Yukong was happy to cling onto them - just to feel them. She squeezed her biceps and leaned in closely, their bodies now entangled together; thighs over thighs, legs folded against one another, almost painfully intimate.

Yukong was panting now. Her face was wonderfully bright and red, showing her pleasure. Her eyes were a bit foggy, and there was wetness on her lips - all sorts of sights that Feixiao loved to see. She embraced it just as she embraced the woman: carrying her into her lap, fucking into her with her dick, shoving her full of that throbbing flesh more and more and more.

“Yes, yes,” Yukong groaned in a scratchy voice, “Yes, ah, right there…!”

“Cum for me, Yukong, cum for me, gorgeous,” Feixiao said in a rush of passion. She leaned right in and peppered Yukong’s jawline with kisses, then moved up along her cheek and toward her ear.  “Cum around my cock, okay? I want to feel it!”

She wasn’t sure if her words had any effect, but Yukong’s body did react. She was chasing her own pleasure through the bucking of her waist, ineffectual though it was in comparison to Feixiao’s manhandling. It brought her right to the edge, and with it came the quivers and milking contractions of orgasmic pleasure. Those were intense, but not as much as the actual climax to come.

When that hit, it was far more powerful. Yukong squeaked and threw her head back in a sudden display of pleasure: her voice crying out and her body shivering hard. Her insides began to contract with vigour, clenching and curling about the thick haft with mesmerizing power. It milked Feixiao, causing her to groan, too. Her cock throbbed harder and harder, until the act of holding it in became impossible.

“Am I allowed to cum inside?” Feixiao asked in a gravel-thick voice.

“Don’t ask me that now!” Yukong half-moaned, half-laughed.

“Right,” Feixiao hissed tightly - and then yanked Yukong down the rest of the way onto her dick. She pulled her until skin hit skin and her ruddy knot was almost seeking entry again, but she stopped short of knotting the woman and impaling her womb. For now, she kept it normal, and that meant blowing another thick load deep into her cunt.

Another seemingly impossible load of hot, gooey, churning cum, blasting straight into the depths of her snatch. Molten warmth was poured into her directly from the tap, and it remorselessly churned through the entirety of her cavern. It did not matter that she had been smothered over uncountable times last night: her body took it all, almost greedily guzzling up every ounce of jizz that was poured into her.

Yukong moaned and clasped Feixiao’s shoulders. She rode out her trembling climax right in the general’s lap, and she accepted every bit of it. They came together, one against the other, cum spurting, juices flowing; it was a mess, but it felt so right. Their bodies were tight with pleasure and they bathed it in the remains of an utterly destroyed room, but that was just fine.

“You take it so well,” Feixiao groaned. “By the Hunt, you’re amazing…”

Yukong breathed hard. She groaned and whipped her head back to almost fluff out her hair. Her tail whipped behind her in jagged arcs, as if it was still experiencing pleasure. “I don’t even know how you still have anything to give. Just how full were those balls?”

“Don’t ask me, really,” Feixiao panted. “I really don’t know.”

Yukong let out a deep, throaty breath. She smiled, then, and swiped her hand through her hair to push it back; it was damp and matted and really not all that fashionable anymore. She looked at Feixiao, grinned, and swiped her hand through her hair, too. She raked it back, which made the general raise a brow in amusement.

“We’re both a mess,” Yukong said very suddenly.

“Yeah, we, uh - I did a number on ya last night,” Feixiao said apologetically.

“We both need to clean up,” Yukong continued meaningfully.

“I’ve got a shower,” Feixiao said helpfully. She then winced, as if the eagerness of her words were painful. “I mean, obviously, I do…”

“So,” Yukong now declared, “how about you carry me over there, and we can get cleaned up together, hm? You wash my back, I wash yours…”

Her voice was sensual, melodic, and seductive. Feixiao got the idea very quickly, and started to rise up from the bed -with Yukong in her grip.

“I can’t even think of the last time I had shower sex,” Feixiao declared with a laugh.

Yukong smiled and wrapped her arms around her neck. “Now, now, don’t get too excited. What I’m trying to say is that I took the weekend off, you see, and while yesterday was fun… I don’t consider it a proper date.”

Feixiao paused. “You wanna go on a proper date with me?”

“Is that not what I said?” Yukong teased.

Feixiao laughed. “Damn, you’re an incredible lady.”

She kissed Yukong full on the lips and began to bounce in her arms, because Feixiao was far and away too eager to take it easy. No, she was more than happy to carry-fuck Yukong into the bathroom next door, and then rail her while she clutched onto the shower handle so hard that it broke, and then go for another round on top of the counter, all because this was the finest woman she’d ever had in her arms in her entire life.

And then, later, after they were somewhat respectable and the worst of the hickeys were subdued with some makeup - or whatever Feixiao had on hand, because she didn’t have much - they could go out and enjoy a proper date together. Where that would lead, she had no clue, but if last night was any indication, it would be a damned good time.