I’ve never bitten you yet.
But you are licking your teeth.
You excite me. I would not trade that for the satisfaction of blood that I am free to draw anywhere.
I hope the temptation won’t become too much for you.
Would you indulge me if I were to ask?
If I’d let you get your teeth close to my bones and taste me?
That tells me that wolves turn you on. I think time will tell that those in your box were coyotes.
Maybe, they’re just fodder. I never said Ihadn’t eaten them up.
Want to know why I didn’t bite?
Yes and no.
The thought of your teeth turns me on so much. I had to make you snarl to see what that would do. I am not disappointed. Every bit as hot as I thought it would be.
So, I am a fox?
Definitely, look at the slowness of which you **** your mate! I like watching. Don’t tell me it’s hard to picture how curious you must seem to something that thrives on the chase.
Make sure you don’t chase your own tail though, mine would feel left out.
Now you have to tell me if that was ***** or poignant or both.
Both, but mostly I just want to *******, and bite you a little during.
For hours and hours, your face in the mud, rear end up, I would not stop, if not for the fact that the forest is poorer without foxes.
You see I would be squirming to escape but the problem being there would only be one way to push, that I would only have one direction to go, Like any animal pinned by the neck. And that would be back. This is an unexpectedly cruel torture from you.
Ah but the squirming to escape is only enticing with ******* in heat. Why **** a fox if not for the fact that it so understands and enjoys the bite?
Breathless arousal is quite befitting, the ache of it all.
Tell me what is about wolves with you, that they are similar but not quite? That they can rip you to shreds? Or is it because their ***** are just too large for little foxes that get curious?
You are a very dangerous animal!
And you would endure much, you’ve earned all the bites and **** you can take
If only to get closer, eventually the wolf realises, the fox is more worthwhile than the others, another wolf would become insignificant.
No wolf is as tight, nor as pretty. The aggression makes us *****.
So does the fear.
Even the mere possibility of it.
I’d let you sink your teeth into the bone and rip me to shreds for just a second of that.
Is it because of that? That you want the wolves to believe that they are Gods to you? So that once they find the truth, they will forget themselves for that glorious moment?
Yes.
Oh, if only you knew how much less it takes.
But the fox wants to be devoured, and destroyed by it of course. Break her until she isn’t a fox any more.
Describe it.
So there is nothing but the act itself, so there isn’t a wolf and a fix. Just emotion in its rawest form and there is no separation. And pleasure and pain and love and hate all exist together in the same moments.
You see a wolf in a clearing, it’s twilight, what do you do?
Torment it, making it chase me around, letting it close enough, but not close enough to grasp.
I do enjoy the chase.
So does the fox, and the fox is quicker.
Nimble yes, and more flexible.
When you catch me, there would be a battle, there would be claws and blood, you would get nipped and scratched, but you would better me, and I would cry and squirm to get out of your grip, but it would be too late. There are very few ways to make a fix submit, but you know that.
I’m glad I have you.
As hard as you would be with me, just before. There would be a moment, the world would just be silent and the only thing to be head was blood. And that’s when the fox would stop squirming. In that pause.Even though your teeth would sink in a little more. Just before.
Would you hold still no matter how hard I bite?
Yes, that would be the submission.
That’s why dogs and other wolves are boring.
But that moment, and in that moment there wouldn’t be anything besides everything at once.
But why a wolf? What if he really hurts you?
It wouldn’t matter, it would be worth it, if he hurts me it wouldn’t make me need it any less, it wouldn’t change how much I loved every second of it all.
But a dog can pretend to need what a wolf needs. Why me? Would you sense the extacsy in the blood even if it was your own?
Because I’ve never encountered someone who can make me feel with the kind of intensity that makes me shake. Even if it means going from nausea with sheer anxiety and terror. Absolute fear and then absolute arousal. Yes.
So stick your head into the jaws and trust that they won’t close because it doesn’t matter to you if they did?
No one has ever made me breathless, yes, as I said, worth every ******* second.
I like you fox, stick around. We are kin, not the same, but alike enough to make me want you.
If we were exactly the same you wouldn’t want me though, also I know that you are not pretending to be a dog. Because you are not one.
Can’t blame a young wolf for checking out the kennel from up close.
A degree of breathlessness never left even if I did disappear.
