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I just hope that he enjoys it as much as I enjoyed writing it, as well as you other deviants that might be into such a thing!\n\nOnce again, any criticism is welcome, and hopefully it won't be quite as long until my next story comes out.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Thumbnail Artwork © Ariozyn
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This story is about a year over due for Bino, and I apologies for the delay. I just hope that he enjoys it as much as I enjoyed writing it, as well as you other deviants that might be into such a thing!

Once again, any criticism is welcome, and hopefully it won't be quite as long until my next story comes out.", "writing": "The young fox stalked silently in his father's manor, slinking through the dark halls that ran the length of the old building. It was well into the night, and while the four legged fox should have been sleeping, he found his mind incapable of it thanks to those vivid, demanding thoughts which occupied his mind. It was not an uncommon affliction for Oliver these past few weeks, an affliction that left him tossing and turning, and his sheath swollen and aroused. At first, he managed to satiate it by turning his own paws to his flesh in the way he had picked up from Crevan several years earlier when the white-haired fox had joined his family at the Manor. And, while that gave the kit a few, decent nights of sleep, it had only made the kit's growing lusts worse. Those thoughts of that strong, potent male fox, his fertile scent, powerful figure, and the virility he had in his possession... At first Oliver only appreciated the aspects of his father's body when he masturbated those first nights, but now... Now he had nurtured his carnal desires for his own dad to the point that he couldn't let them go. Every night Oliver buried his snout into the pillow so his brothers or father couldn't hear him whimper for his own father's cock as his hands stroked his healthy sized cock, whilst his mind vividly raced to imagine what it would be like to be one of his father's pets, used to slake the virile kitsune's lusts and expand his growing family.\n\nTonight had been enough, though. Oliver's mind couldn't rest, not even after his plump balls squeezed a warm, musky load of his own seed onto the sheets of his bed. Sleep still escaped the young kit, and desperation had finally given the boy the resolve he needed to pursue those carnal desires where his own courage had been found wanting. It brought him here, sneaking through the halls in his natural form to keep his steps as quick and silent as he could manage, now only one turn away from the hall which lead to the old manor's master bedroom.\n\nYet, while desperation had prompted the kit to act, his mind hadn't quite yet settled on a particular plan. Part of the boy hoped that his father was already asleep, allowing him to sneak into the five-tailed kitsune's room and, perhaps, indulge his growing curiosity whilst the older fox slumbered. Another fashioned a lie that he was having a nightmare and try to slink into the male's bed, and hope that somehow the situation would work itself out in such a way that he could find resolution to the need burning in his loins. Yet other ideas, the plots of the boy's vivid masturbatory sessions over the last few weeks, would bear fruit this night, as the fox found out when his lithe frame padded around the corner, and he found the door to the Cinteroph patriarch's room open.\n\nHe didn't have to question why it was open for long, the scents which wafted from within told the fox all he needed to know. A pang of jealousy ran through his young mind as soon as he detected the familiar scent of the wolf, his father's lover and the mother of Radulf. His father's scent was the stronger of the two, whilst the wolf's formed an admittedly pleasing undercurrent beneath the fox's odor as it settled into the kit's nose. It was hard to tell just how old the scent was however, thanks to the mixture of older and fresher scents laced on top of one another, but the two must have started at least a few hours before the kit had come to find his father. But now, with that scent in his mind, Oliver found himself frozen against the wall, breathing in their scent, and letting that pang of jealousy be stoked into a small fire of envious wrath! His young mind fell into those petulant thoughts, quickly disarming the desperation which had brought him here. For a moment, his libido had been quieted to the pain in his heart, and the fox even turned to start the trip back to his own rooms where he could think over the events and his missed opportunity in the privacy of his room.\n\nBut, before the fox had taken a step away, his ears picked up the sound of the wolf's voice, whimpering quietly within the room, and that lustful curiosity came roaring back to the fore front. So what if it was the wolf bitch being railed and not himself, he would at least have the opportunity to see his father in action, to smell his scent and watch him fuck the other male. And whilst he couldn't partake in those sensuous pursuits, he could at least take with him the memory of what it looked like for his next paw session over the coming days, perhaps even buying him a few days more before his resolve crumbled again and he sought his father's bed.\n\nYet, while Oliver believed he knew what he would find behind the door, after his snout pushed through the door's opening, he found something far more than what he had expected to see. The two of them weren't even on his father's bed, although discarded sheets and streaks of drying ejaculate told that they had been there earlier in the night. Now, however, the silver furred wolf Rajiin was on the floor, bracing himself on all fours with the orange furred frame of Oliver's father was on top of him. The fox, Amoren, was like Oliver in his true bred feral form. Yet, while Oliver looked more or less like a mature red fox save for the subtle, orange stripe patterns in his pelt, his father's form was far more mystical in appearance. He was the size of a large dog or wolf, at least, a towering figure compared to the lithe build of the wolf anthro beneath him. Those five tails, marking his father's age and power, were held aloft and flicking with keen lust, leaving nothing to the imagination as the pair's backsides were turned to Oliver, and allowed the boy's sight to catch the fact that Rajiin was tied to his Master's knot. The fat, potent balls of his dad's feral form rested against the wolf slut's, showing off the dramatic difference in size between the males' spheres. His father's hefty nutsack squirmed with the kitsune's motions, leaving the spent wolf with now choice but to idly whimper with every motion of the four legged beast's hips, as his own red prick hung between his hind legs. The red wolf cock occasionally flexed to nudge against the rounded belly of the male, concaved by the sheer weight of feral cum pumped into the male's body by those massive balls, no doubt guaranteeing the wolf would bare another set of children for his Master in the coming year. And beneath it all, a puddle of wasted seed between the wolf's legs gave the damning evidence for how much the male had enjoyed being bred by the boy's father.\n\nThe boy's blue-green eyes, meanwhile, soaked in every potent detail of his father's triumph for the night. Yet it seemed that his father wasn't done with the wolf just yet, as the silver furred male's lips cried out in another, whimpered moan, just as his dad's hips finally yanked back with enough pressure to pull the deflated knot from the male's ass. As soon as that natural plug had been pulled from the male's ass a torrent of that spent, vulpine cum poured from around the red rod, splattering onto the floor to join the growing lake of discarded semen cast aside by the two's lusts. The rest of Amoren's thirteen inch monster of a length soon followed the knot, falling out of the gaping ass to drip onto the floor, while Rajiin's body did its best to keep the precious semen pumped into his body right where it was.\n\n“Ah, ah... There... That's three times Master...” the wolf panted, his eyes too ashamed to look into the fox's blue gaze, not when he had been reduced to such a pathetic state beneath the kitsune's body. His lips, after all, were smeared in a mixture of drool and cum from earlier in the day, and his voice held the raspy quality of a slut recovering from a throat fucking. “I don't think I can go again, I'm already spent. And there's no way that your seed hasn't already-”\n\nRajiin's protests were caught short by the sudden press of the kitsune's teeth against the back of his neck, causing the anthro's body to freeze beneath the vulpine's four legged frame. A dull whimper soon followed, as the wolf already knew what was coming, just because [b]he[/b] wasn't able to go again didn't mean that Amoren wasn't, and the leather band around the wolf's neck meant that he didn't get to call the shots. Not like the wolf would have declined anyway, as that spent, cum covered length nestled its tapered point back against the well used entrance. And with the last several hours of fucking, the fox could slam his girth straight to the hilt with his first thrust, slapping their balls firmly against one another, and driving a cracked moan from Rajiin's chest as that shaft sloshed and churned the compacted cum within his belly.\n\nMeanwhile, Oliver's gaze held firm, watching with captive interest as his father's feral body used his wolf as a convenient hole to slake his libido. The young fox was silent, his breath coming in thick pants that soaked in more of his father's scent, and the kit's vivid imagination worked to place himself in the wolf's place, causing a reflexive clench in the kit's backside as he imagined the ring of muscle being forced around that monstrous intruder. The boy's breath grew harder, more ragged as Amoren's pace quickened, driving tired moans and whimpers from the wolf with every buck and sway of those hips – every motion causing small rivulets of kitsune cum to scatter from the wolf's abused hole and join the rest of the liquid oozing against the floor boards. The young kitsune was so enraptured by the sight, in fact, that he didn't even realize he was starting to make his own, much smaller, mess against the wooden floor as he stood there. His young, ten inch prick had slid free from his sheath, the plump girth dripping his copious fluids onto the floor, and add another subtle nuance to the smell of the air. Yet, despite the boy's size and production, he couldn't hope to rival his father's virility, not with the fox's gigantic nuts slapping against the wolf's ass with every roll of those hips.\n\nFortunately for Oliver the scent of the two lover's helped to ensure that they didn't smell his own lustful scent, at least not while Amoren continued to rut the lustful wolf's ass. Rajiin certainly couldn't at least, as it seemed that the lupine had finally lost his senses, leaving him with a blank stare towards one of the room's walls and his tongue lulled out of his open, panting maw. The wolf's own, hefty cock heaved in another climax, but the wolf's balls had already tapped out from the last few rounds. But he didn't have to wait long until his feral climaxed for the forth time in that rump, as the male's triple lobed knot squeezed its way back into the wolf's gaping sphincter. The fox's thrusts awkwardly came to an abrupt halt immediately after, keeping him from yanking the engorged glands free with the next pull, and instead giving the flesh enough time to seal itself in the loosened walls once again. Even when so thoroughly stretched and lubricated, the sheer size of the father's knot ensured that the lupine was stuck, as proven when the kitsune began to yank the smaller male's body with every tug of his hips; snapping the canine out of his ahegao state with another, quick bark from his lips.\n\nOliver's own knot had inflamed as well, three glands proudly on display just like his father's. The red prick twitched in arousal, those balls held fast against the base of his sheath in anticipation, despite the lack of attention the kit was receiving. He stared, transfixed, watching as his father's balls began to twitch, then spasm as they unloaded ropes of fertile cum into the bitch's body. The young fox could almost swear he could see bloating in Rajiin's stomach worsen with every throb of those gigantic fox balls. But he wouldn't be sure, as his body finally shifted after standing frozen for several minutes, and cause one of his own feet to step onto the puddle of precum that had drooled from his tip. The warm sensation seeping against his sensitive foot pads immediately snapped Oliver out of his daze, blue-green eyes looking down to the noticeable mess his drooling cock had left!\n\n“Oh no,” Oliver whispered quietly to himself, there was no way his father wouldn't notice this now, either later today or in the morning. And no way for him to clean it up in a way that the older male's sensitive nose wouldn't detect. Panic welled in his gut, almost distracting him from the next, important act of his his father's mating. Fortunately for him, the white-haired kit's eyes caught the shift in stance from the large feral, and quickly darted away, back into his room, before the five-tailed beast's turning figure noticed the voyeur. Instead, the fox and wolf were left to themselves as they waited for the tie to settle down once again.\n\nThe last thing Oliver heard from his father's room was the wolf's happy, pathetic whine. “Ah... again..?”\n\n* * *\n\nThe cool, morning air was normally enough to stir Oliver from his slumber, even with his troubles, restless sleep since the season started. But not today, as the young kit groaned in annoyance at the sun's pale rays lighting his room, prompting the fox to grab his pillow and drag it over his head. He had taken two legged form once he had returned to his room, a young fox that seemed no older than twelve with a head of white hair between his ears. And, for much of the past several hours, he had spent more time with his hands around his ten inch cock than he had sleeping, leaving several streaks of his seed against his own fur and his sheets. If he was any other boy, he might have exhausted his libido hours ago and been able to enjoy at least an uncomfortable slumber, but instead he was the son of that virile fox, and his plump young nuts seemed to be almost as inexhaustible as his father's.\n\nAt least they were during this season, when wild foxes roamed the land to take their mates for the year. The time of year when Oliver's testes swelled, leaving his balls nice and plump in their package, and hanging heavily from the base of his large shaft. With another groan, the boy threw the pillow off of the bed and against the wall, followed by a sigh as his blue-green eyes settled down on the demanding length which had kept him up all night with thoughts of his father. One of his young, cum-stained hands slid down, giving a tender stroke to the inexhaustible flesh, settling on the bulge of his knot with a soft whimper rolling from his lips. He pictured himself, lying in bed like this, his legs spread to expose his tender tailstar to his father. He envisioned that scent hanging over him as the older fox held him down, that tool grinding into his rump to plant the male's seed within his belly. True, a normal male couldn't get pregnant, but Oliver knew enough about his dad to know that that wouldn't stop the spirit fox's seed. The thought of his father's children growing within his own body brought a powerful throb to Oliver's cock, and with it a hefty bead of vulpine cream quivering at the tip of his dick.\n\n“Ah... Dad...” Oliver moaned silently, his hand squeezed his needy length, pumping his hips into the soft paw as his fantasy continued. He was laid out on his back, helpless against the desires of the older fox, the fox that had helped to give him life. The boy's toes curled in anticipation, his mental image panting in lust, the same look he had seen on Rajiin's face the night before plastered over his own. His cock twitched within his paw, knot glands twitching, all he had to do was squeeze the base of those lobes and he'll be pushed right over the edge.\n\n“Oli, your breakfast is getting cold! Wake up already,” Radulf's voice rolled through the door.\n\nOliver's blue-green eyes snapped open, his breath caught halfway in his throat. His cock, however, was beyond the point of holding back, especially once the child's fingers squeezed around the sensitive glands from the sudden surprise. His ten-inch monster quivered and fired several strands of his young seed onto his chest, whilst the kid bit his own lip to remain silent, cursing his bad luck at the same time. “R, right,” he eventually called back after his climax had ran its course. “I'll be out in a minute...”\n\nThe boy's eyes glances over his bed, then down to his chest and abdomen painted with fresh, warm streaks of vulpine jizz. “I'm just going to take a quick shower first, tell dad I'll be out in a minute!” A cold shower, with extra soap to hide the scent of his need as best he could.\n\n“Pfft, fine~ Slow poke,” Radulf called back through the door before leaving to continue going about his day.\n\n* * *\n\nFortunately for him, Radulf and Crevan seemed preoccupied with each other, especially since the two were feeling the effects of the season just as much as Oliver. It was easy enough to hear the two's embrace over the videogame playing in Crevan's room when he slipped by, giving him a straight shot to the bathroom for the shower without any interruptions. It took several minutes for the young kit to lather himself with the fur wash until he was satisfied, and several more to wash the product free. But it was worth it by the end, as he stepped free to dry himself off, he no longer smelled like a horny degenerate who had spent all night milking his dick to thoughts of his father. Although nothing would stop the dull ache of over use that came from his cock, even though the boy's sheath still swelled with a noticeably aroused bulge.\n\n“It'll have to do,” the boy sighed to himself as he placed his towel to dry, he just hoped that he could keep himself under control once he caught sight of his father. Although, if Oliver was lucky, his dad would be out of the estate running... whatever errand the five tail did, but the boy doubted that with the luck he had been having the last few hours.\n\nAt least he wasn't troubled as he ate his breakfast, a task that Oliver took slowly, letting his mind think over just what he was feeling. This wasn't, after all, the first breeding season the boy had lived through, being a fox old enough to take humanoid form meant that Oliver had lived several decades already, although his mind was still developing from that of a feral foxes, leaving him with a mentality roughly appropriate with that of a child. But unfortunately, Oliver had never actually sired any children of his own in all those years, a fact he desperately kept secret from his brothers and father, not wanting to let them think less of him for never having found a mate in the wild. He just never had much luck finding any vixens which seemed to appeal to him, one way or another, leaving him to deal with his lusts by himself (It was a glorious day when he figured out how to take humanoid form, opposable thumbs were a nice break from the back aches that came from handling his lusts with his maw).\n\nBut now here he was thinking of his father like a crazed vixen! It was like all those decades of unfulfilled seasons had caught up to him this year, driving him wild with those restless dreams. And, as embarrassed as he was to admit it, he would have given anything last night to be the one that Amoren was breeding, and to an extent, he still did. Yet, there was that part of him that didn't want to admit it. There was an element of taboo to it still, albeit minor, growing up as a fox didn't give him the same predilection against incest as other children. But it was mostly the sense of not living up to his father's expectations which stung the most to Oliver. It was no secret to the white-haired fox that Crevan was his father's favored child, the devious little kit which reminded the old fox of himself when he was a one-tail. And, even though Amoren never mentioned it, Oliver couldn't help but feel that he was a disappointment to the five-tailed fox. He didn't seem to have the same boisterous confidence that Crevan did, the cockiness that allowed him to put their family virility to good work. Instead, he stayed in the manor, practicing his fox magic, and staying in the shadows of his family rather than proving himself.\n\nAnd now he was here acting more like a vixen than a tod, hungering for daddy's bone rather than planting his own seed. What a colossal disappointment he must be to the family's patriarch. The resentment he felt to himself sunk heavily in Oliver's stomach, and what remained of his breakfast tasted bitter to his senses. The boy pushed his plate away, leaving the remaining food on it as he hopped off of his chair with a disappointed swish of his tail, he'd eat more later when he didn't feel like such a failure of a son, and instead solemnly walked back to his room without even caring to pay attention to what was around him.\n\nSo much so, that he did not notice his father's voice, until the strong male's arm reached forward and grasped Oliver by his shoulder. In an instant, the kit's ears swiveled upright, and his eyes blinked to look back towards his father. Like himself, Amoren was no longer on all fours, and instead had assumed an anthropomorphic form, standing on two legs with his tails twitching behind his back. But, unlike himself, Amoren's features were that of an athletic adult, with stocky features and a powerful build, his fur a dark orange with the same, creamy stripes that Oliver had inherited. The younger fox's gaze met that of his father's blue, the older kitsune's eyes shimmering with a soft, eldritch light. “What's the matter boy?” the older fox spoke, the dull claws on his fingers kept a firm hold on Oliver's shoulder, preventing him from pulling away. “You're walking around the manor like you're a zombie, so what's eating you?”\n\n“Nothing's eating me, I'm fine Dad,” the boy retorted, snapping his gaze away from his dad's naked features, and for once the lad half wished his father didn't have a habit of being naked around his home.\n\n“If you know that Crevan can't manage to deceive me, what makes you think you can?” the older fox retorted with but a hint of a smile to his lips, no doubt thinking of it as a teasing remark. Unfortunately for Oliver, however, the comment just bit deeper into his insecurities, bringing with it an awkward stammer of his legs, and a downcast glance towards the floor.\n\n“Wait... What's wrong. Did Crevan do anything to you?” Amoren spoke out again, quickly catching the boy's reaction, and that subtle smile to his black lips retracted into a firm grimace. The male's interest in his son grew more intense, causing his fingers to press firmer against his child's shoulder.\n\n“Crevan didn't do anything dad,” Oliver finally spoke, keeping his gaze down towards the floor. “Like I said, nothing's wrong. I'm fine, I just want to go back to my room,” he continued, trying to keep his attention away from the man holding him. Even despite his soured mood, the kit's nose could smell his father's scent, and the potent pheromones that were carried with it. They tingled against the sensitive fox's nose, carrying with it the knowledge of the male's health and virility, the prized stud for any vixen for this season. Oliver did his best to not focus on it, but it was a losing battle, his sheath was starting to grow plump once again after a few, peaceful minutes of slumber.\n\n“Is that so...” the older fox continued, keeping his gaze down on his squirming boy. He took a quick breath through his nostrils, partaking in his lad's scent... The well shampooed fur, the scent of stress seeping through the chemical perfume. He hadn't quite yet picked up on his boy's arousal yet, but that would no doubt come in time the longer the two stayed next to each other. “Well if its not that, then you're going to tell me what's wrong before you're allowed to go back to your room. I can't have one of my son's hiding away like a recluse.”\n\n“I'm fine Dad!” Oliver tried to interject, only for his retort to be brushed to the side, and for his smaller frame to be plucked up into his dad's arms. He squirmed, resisting for a moment as he was pressed against the older male's firm chest, legs and arms pushing against the strong adult's frame to ill effect! “Dad, put me down! I'm okay!”\n\n“No you're not,” Amoren's voice spoke gruffly, a hint of a growl to the back of his word's. He carried his child out from the halls and back towards the lounge room of the estate, a fancy enough setting featuring numerous couches and other, more modern entertainment added for the sake of his boys – many of which were curious with the modern world. The fox picked out his favorite couch in the place, a well kept sofa, and sat at one end of the massive piece of furniture, placing his boy on his thighs and keeping him there with his hands on the young male's hips, despite his protests.\n\n“Now, are you going to tell me what's on your mind?” Amoren spoke again, leveraging his gaze on the younger fox's face.\n\nOliver did his best to not meet his father's eyes, every time his blue-green eyes caught that look, his mind couldn't help but flash to the events of last night. That intense, almost possessed expression on his father's as he stared down at the wolf. A look of possession, lust, and a touch of love on that snout as he bred the silver lupine for hours on end. Oliver's heart skipped within his chest, and he unconsciously breathed in a healthy dose of his father's scent. 'Stay down, stay down,' he thought to himself, trying to keep that sheath from swelling any further, but the pink tip of his member started to show through.\n\n“...Is it the season?” the five-tailed kitsune spoke, not giving up the inquiry as he looked to his son, prying further. “...You've not found a mate yet for the season, but you shouldn't worry Oliver. Its still early, and a strapping tod like yourself shouldn't have any issues finding a vixen. Especially not with so many years finding mates~” he added, teasingly, with an encouraging rumble to his chest.\n\nOliver, meanwhile, kept his gaze looking down, staring at his father's abdomen. He could almost make out the lines of the male's impressive physique through the man's winter coat. His mind continued to race, remembering his wishful fantasy from earlier today, how he vividly thought of that fur rippling with the motion of the man's muscles as his father claimed his body. His breath caught in his throat, deep pants now starting to flow from his lungs, and Oliver couldn't help but glance downwards at his father's loins. They were swollen in arousal as well, but his father had a greater deal of willpower to resist the alluring libido of the season until he wanted to let go. But Oliver couldn't help but think of arousing his father in whatever way, imagining the pleased rumbles he could draw from his dad's chest with a sway of his tail to show off his tight, virgin rear.\n\nAmoren just continued to look at his child, his nose wrinkling as it started to pick up the boy's arousal. He didn't need to glance down to see the two inches of the boy's pink shaft poking free to know it was there with the scent it wafted. The hands on his son's hip squeezed firmer, and he tried to pry into what was bugging his son one more time. “I know you're not the most forward of my boys, but that's alright, each of you are different in your own ways. And there's nothing wrong with that... I love all of you after all, regardless of what you may think. I just want to see you happy, and perhaps not make a mess for Marcus to clean up every day-”\n\nHis dad didn't get a chance to finish that sentence, as Oliver finally reached the limit of what he could handle. His young body shot forward, his small arms squeezing around his father's broad chest, and his blue-green eyes stared into his father's appealing blues with unabashed desire in his gaze. His small snout pressed firmly against his dad's lips, interrupting his statement as the kit's muzzle tried to embrace his father's, lips parted and his young tongue rolling out to brush against his dad's, hoping his old man would follow it back to claim his small maw for himself! He pulled himself close, grinding his fat boyhood against the man's firm abdomen, whilst the soft fur of his taint ground needingly onto the adult's loins.\n\n“I don't want a vixen,” Oliver's mind raced, he couldn't help but start to speak, divulging everything that was bugging to him in one tender admission. “I've never laid with a vixen. I've never sired a kit. I'm a failure of a son,” he continued, blurting out his insecurities. “But I don't care anymore because I want to carry your child like Rajiin does. I want to feel your seed claiming me, to be made one of your pets. To feel owned and used by you! I don't care if that makes me a failure of a son anymore, I want it so much I can't control myself anymore.” Oliver pressed his face against his father's chest, eyes closed as his young frame panted on the adult's lap. Fear and excitement boiled within his chest equally, waiting for his father to react to the blatant admission.\n\nAmoren was silent for several seconds, leaving the lounge quiet save for the deep breaths rolling from Oliver's chest, although one arm still held his kit, wrapping around his back in return for the tight hug around his side. Eventually a dull rumble rolled from his chest, and his hand pulled away from his boy's back so that it could instead grasp the kit by his snout and pull his head back so that he could look deep into the boy's eyes. “Is that true, that you've not sired any litters of your own?”\n\n“Yes... dad...” Oliver sheepishly admitted with bated breath, his length had almost grown to its full size by now, resting its weight against his father's body whilst his tail flicked against his dad's knee. “I just never found one that really appealed to me... Maybe I just had a tough standard to meet, thinking of myself as the strapping child of a fox like you?”\n\n“Maybe...” Amoren retorted with that firm, even voice, and Oliver's gaze glanced away again. Of course his father would ask about that, he wanted his boys to help spread his legacy and line, and he was a failure to that, an embarrassment, more like their mother than him...\n\n“I guess that means you have quite a few years to catch up on then,” the older fox's voice breathed softly against Oliver's ears, and those ashamed thoughts came to a sudden, crashing halt in his mind. The boy's eyes flicked back to his dad's features, just in time to see the older man's lips push against his own. The boy's ears flicked backwards in a submissive posture, while his hands raked his small claws through his father's fur, feeling the male lock his larger snout against his own in that passionate embrace. The older fox's silky tongue rolled in, tasting his son's maw for the first time, and Oliver couldn't help but submit to the other tongue's demand, rolling against it with shocked exhilaration. What few inches remained unrepresented from his loins sprung forward, bringing the boy to full master as his father continued their embrace. Oliver just held himself close, delighting in the warmth of his father's body, unabashedly breathing in his dad's scent, delighting openly in every little feature of his father that drove him so wild without feeling guilty about what he would think of him anymore. He didn't care if his dad thought of him as a pathetic excuse for a child anymore, so long as it meant he could be with his dad like this it would be worth it.\n\nOliver wasn't sure how long his father had pressed that kiss to his lips, but by the time the older male's maw retracted, their tongues were bridged together by several, slimy strands of their saliva. The boy's lips broke the bond, before his small muscle flicked forward to hungrily savior the taste of his dad's saliva in his maw. He looked up at the adult, a beaming smile on his lips, cock twitching happily against the other's fur and making a mess with the copious spunk oozing from his tip. “You're not angry at me..?” he added, even though his body squirmed against the distinct sensation of his father's prick swelling from its container against his body. Warm droplets of the canid's cream painting Oliver's sac with his father's musk; the boy's testes felt pent up, despite climaxing less than an hour ago.\n\n“I could never be angry at my own child, and I'm not disappointed either,” Amoren's voice rung out with a lustful growl, blue eyes looked longingly at his son's flesh. It wasn't quite the same expression that he showed his bitch, there was more care and love than lust and need to it, but that didn't matter to Oliver, it was a special look reserved for him, and it made the child even happier than if it had been the look he had fantasized about. “But I want you to be sure that you want this...” he added, looking at his child, as a hand came to slide down the boy's side and settle onto a hip. The adult's thumb teasingly pressing in against the side of the lad's stomach.\n\n“Yes I'm sure. I couldn't think of anything else [b]but[/b] being yours when I saw you and Rajiin last night,” he admitted, smiling still as his lustful gaze admired his father's form. It felt so good to be open about his interest in the other male, a warm sense of elation soaring in his chest that this was happening. “I want to be yours dad, I know Rajiin is your mate for the season. And I'm okay with that, I just want to be your pet, your toy... Whatever you want to call it, so long as I get to feel our children growing in my belly. I wanted it even before I saw you last night, but now I know that I [b]need[/b] it.”\n\nThe child's lust was boiling over now, his body panting in need as his flesh grew warm against the adult's touch. Just one glance into his child's gaze confirmed every word that the lad had just said, that obvious need and desire evident in how the lad's eyes stared at him. And of course, his desire clear in how hard his young prick was against the fox's body, and in how high the child's tail hiked upwards in invitation.\n\n“You're not my pet or my toy,” Amoren corrected, as his free hand moved forward to grasp the lad's chin once again, “You're my boy, my special breeding boy.” The phrase brought an eager pant to Oliver's lips, swiftly before it was silenced in another passionate embrace of their maws. The boy's eyes closed as he just savored the special attention his father was showing him, the way the male's tongue rolled into his mouth. The way his father's arms embraced him closer, holding him tightly against his frame without any concern for the beating erections pressed against each others' bodies. The mixture of paternal affection and lust was everything that the boy had been dreaming of for the last month.\n\n“Yes dad...” Oliver panted as their lips broke contact once again, and his devoted gaze looked into the affection stare of the man that would give him his first children. “I'm your breeding boy, your special breeding boy. So long as I'm living under your roof I want to make you proud and give you even more boys,” he added, an almost drunken smile on his lips.\n\nHis father didn't answer beyond a crooked smile on his lips, and a longing look to the adult's gaze. And that was all that Oliver needed, the knowledge that his dad wanted his body as much as he wanted his. It kept that smile on the kit's lips, as he settled away from his father's embrace, but the older fox had a better idea, as he rolled their bodies to the side. Oliver slipped out of his dad's lap and laid out against the cushion he was pulled to, his young legs spreading to show off of body to his father's eyes. The kit's tail flicked over the edge of the cushion, tail tip batting catily against the side, whilst his small arms reached up to steady himself against the back of the couch.\n\nBut, unlike his dream, his father didn't loom over him like a lustful, ravenous beast. Instead his dad's gaze fell upon his body, admiring it in ways Oliver never really expected his father to look at him, but had hoped. The man's hands settled on the boy's hips, stroking down along those lithe thighs. Oliver spread his legs further, following the subtle pressure from his father's hands to slide upward, angling his rear to bring his exposed sphincter to view. The child's chest heaved in long breaths, Oliver's eager eyes watching as his dad's gaze traveled down over his body, crossing his boyish figure, skipping over his weighty loins, until it came to hungrily admir the flexing, virgin hole on display for him and him alone. “Please dad...” Oliver found himself groaning, feeling his dad's hands stroke further down his thighs and, eventually crossing his knees to instead grasp around his ankles. “I want you so much...”\n\n“Patience boy...” he retorted, his chest was rolling in its own lust. His tongue flicked forward, licking over his lips as he pulled his son towards him with a pull on those ankles, dragging his back across the couch and bringing his hips to angle upwards with it. The boy's tail kept itself nice and clear from his virgin entrance, the limb brushing along the edge of the couch still, whilst the adult's fat, monster of a cock finally came to rest against his child's body. The three inch thick girth was an intimidating sight compared to the child's body, a monster that was thicker than the boy's wrist, and almost as long as his forearm. If it wasn't for the two's spiritual nature, he might have been concerned for his child's well being, but instead he began to yearn for the sight of his dick sinking into his child's frame.\n\n“P, please dad...” the boy whimpered, his eyes closing as he squirmed in wanton lust. His tailstar twitched against the side of his father's dick, feeling as the warm, precum covered meat rolled between his cheeks, the angle of his hips kept his buttocks nice and spread for his father's convenience. But he couldn't force his father to move any faster, instead he anxiously awaited as the virile male's cock ground tantalizingly against his body, upstaging his own eager cock whenever his dad's brushed over his tennis sized balls. His toes splayed openly in the air, showing off his anticipation with the flexing of his legs. All while his snout held itself open with soft, languished pants and soft, whimpering begs.\n\nHis father's dick must had idly rolled over his buttocks a good ten times before the fox's grip on his ankles strengthened, enough time for the thirteen inch monster to be nice and firm against his body. But not too firm, unlike Oliver's own length which had grown completely turgid with its knot on display, his dad's cock still had enough give to it that the three lobes remained only slightly inflated at the base of his rod, just enough to hint at their existence as the adult's hips pulled back, dragging the tapered tip of his length across his son's body. Oliver could only whimper in desire as the shaft brushed over his white fur, leaving behind a trail of warm precum marking how it wandered from his heavy, clenched spheres to the hungry hole of his ass. The anticipation grew in the child's frame, causing his body to freeze, muscles clenched and his fingers digging into the cushions of the couch.\n\n“Daaad...” Oliver breathed out, his eyelids cracking open to show his father's lustful expression. He could see that monster pointed at him, nudging his exposed entrance with a few, soft grinds of the tapered tip against his hole. The adult's larger frame looming over his rear, promising him the life that he really wanted with every idle swing from his father's heavy balls. But the kid didn't need to beg anymore, as his father's head settled into the lad's sphincter. The ring of muscle parted for that tip, squeezing down over the invading member as the rod trickled his father's warm juices into his body. But despite their protest, they failed to dislodge that prick thanks to the adult's unyielding hips.\n\n“Remember to breathe...” Amoren growled down to his son, the kit's lips contorting to answer, but his words were lost in a low groan that was forced from his young body with the push of the man's hips. Oliver's ears flicked to the back of his skull once more, and his head tilted back, mouth open with that groan as he felt the first pangs of pain. It was the muscles in his sphincter, that ring of flesh quickly found its comfortable limit as the wedge-shaped, canid head sunk in. The stretched flesh felt like it was burning, but it couldn't resist the slowly sinking length, the skin dimpling as that opening spread. The burning peaked at the two inch mark, but Oliver didn't whimper, he bit his lips to deal with the pain, letting only his low groans roll from his throat. “Almost there...” the father spoke, he seemed to be able to read his son's body better than even Oliver could realize, knowing when to push forward and when to pause, giving his young flesh the time it needed to brace itself for the next firm push. But, whilst Oliver's eyes clenched shut, the father's gaze stared attentively down to watch that virgin hole being deflowered by his prick, seeing how it quivered and gave ground to his dick with every milimeter pressed forward.\n\n“Oh sheesh, it feels so much bigger than it looks,” Oliver managed to groan, his clawed finger tips not quite managing to tear into the cushions with the pain building in his ass. But despite it, he wanted his father to continue, trusted in his actions, and was swiftly rewarded when another, firm push nudged the last of his tapered head in. With the ring of muscle stretched to accommodate, there was little to stop that cock from plundering his hole as it wished. An inch, then two, sunk after that male's head, grinding into the boy's body with the steady push of Amoren's thighs. Oliver's soft, inner walls hugged against that overwhelming intruder, parting around the man's cock like a warm, velvet sock hugging around his girth. Until finally the flesh ground against a small, budding intrusion, and Oliver's body froze with a gasp of pleasure.\n\nThe kid tried to silence himself with his own arm, burying his snout into the inner elbow of the limb. The arm did little to stop the lad's low-pitched whimpers and whines, but it at least muffled his embarrassing words before his father, or worst his siblings, could hear them. His eyes were still closed, only infrequently opening to look lovingly into the face of the male fucking him. Instead, Oliver just basked in the new, foreign sensations that came from his father using his body, the dull ache of his sphincter mixing with the intense pleasure that came from his prostate's constant abuse. Every grind, every roll, every slow thrust and remorseful retreat, it all sent a shocking wave of euphoria from the base of his loins to travel up along his spine. His body's squirms from the act were silenced by those hands holding his ankles like a pair of handlebars, only letting Oliver's upper body contort in his blissful passions.\n\nAmoren's cock had settled into a steady, sea-sawing motion by the time it had sunk a good halfway in. Several inches of his thicker than a can of cola cock had settled into his boy's warm body, bringing a pleased growl to his throat. The boy could feel his father's balls start to pull, clinging to the man's sheath in preparation. He could feel how the adult's hand squeezed firmer against his heel as his muscles clenched, writhing in anticipation. Oliver's own dick throbbed, the pressure in his loins building, growing with every firm press of his dad's shaft against his prostate, until finally the child couldn't hold back from his first climax. He moaned hotly into his arm, his eyes clenched shut, as his balls started to spasm. Each and every twitch from the boy's large orbs announcing a fresh, piping hot rope of seed shooting through the air and landing onto his own fur in neglected streaks of lust over his fur. He could feel his warm cream seeping into his pelt, but he didn't care, Oliver only paid attention to the sensation of his dad's cock drilling his ass.\n\nDespite his climax, Oliver's cock remained firm, standing at attention as warm, tepid drips of spent spunk oozed from his tip and onto the mess he had made of his fur. The boy's mind couldn't hope to keep up with it all, his body simultaneously basking in release yet craving more as his dad continued to fuck his tender rear. His mind drifted off, no longer caring about the burning ache of his muscles, the steady pressure as that fat cock slid more and more of its mass into his hole. His fingers quivered, and as his dad's knot finally tapped against his hungry, spunk-oozing hole, another climax arced from the child's cock without Oliver even being aware of its passing.\n\nBut that second release caused the boy's eyelids to flicker, his senses returning as he felt his father's turgid prick grinding in and out of his flesh. Those fat, fully swollen glands nudging against the outside of his ass, teasing his body with the even larger girth! The boy wanted it, and he let his dad know it by pressing his ass firmly against that bulge, his lips contorting into a happy, spent whimper. “Tie me dad, please...”\n\n“Not today,” his father's words growled down, laced with an obvious, lustful groan. “When you're ready boy, but not now.”\n\nThe response brought a needy groan from the boy's throat, furthered by his father's pace quickened. There was little that could be done about it now asides from letting his dad's flesh soften, and as much as he wanted to be stock to his father's loins, he wanted to feel his seed spilling into his belly more. He hoped and silently prayed that he wouldn't have to wait much longer, Oliver's overtaxed mind falling into another, passionate daze as his father's hips rocked and rolled against his ass. The boy's body rolled against the couch, propped and pushed by the good nine to ten inches of flesh he was impaled on. Not even his hands clutched against the couch could steady his body, and all the man's hands on his legs did was ensure that his cheeks remained spread. But the friction of fabric rolling over his fur fell to the background of the boy's mind, his senses focusing on his soft flesh hugging his father's dick, the surging of pleasure that came from the bundle of nerves nestled along his inner walls, and the pulse of his father's heart racing through that gigantic prick.\n\nThe twitch that came with every heartbeat quickened to a telltale head, as whatever faculties were left working in the child's mind put together what it meant. The realization that his dad's orgasm was finally approaching brought a dumb, almost goofy smile to his lips. His arm must have retreated from his snout sometime ago to press against the couch, leaving no barrier between his cries and his father's ears, letting him hear every, frantic thought which the man's cock forced from the boy's mind. Silent begs and pleas to be made his father's breeder rolled from his throat, whimpers of submission and supplication to his dad's body, all interspersed with the lad's pleased, passionate notes.\n\nBut finally the boy got what he had wanted. His mind had long since lost track of time, fallen into that degenerate, blissful blank, but it came crashing back when he felt the first firm throb of the man's dick in his body. Oliver moaned openly, delighting in the sensation of his father's hot seed splashing into his inner walls, seeping deeper into his belly, and the implication it had for his future. His eyes focused, looking up at his dad's grunting, mid-climax expression, a dumb smile and a weak moan rolling from Oliver's own as the next streak of fertile seed filled his body. His legs weakly pushed against his father's grip, but the hands didn't relent, keeping the lad's legs spread until each and every rope of Amoren's virulent seed had been planted in the child's ass. Oliver tried to count each and every rope of cum his father pumped into him, but his mind lost track after the third, silently breathing a panted string of jargon by the end.\n\nAmoren's hands released his son's legs when it was finished, his body panting vividly from his release. Oliver's limbs tenderly lowered to wrap around his father's body, his frame laying still as each and every shift of his body caused the shaft standing within his frame to squirm. The boy's eyes slowly opened, looking up to his father with exasperated bliss, and a tender, loving smile as he saw his dad's fatherly gaze back. It felt right to the boy, like he had finally earned all the love and care his dad had shown to him from when he first came to the manor, and for once he felt at peace, as if he had found his place in life finally.\n\n“I love you dad...” Oliver panted, smiling up at his father. The words brought a smile to Amoren's lips, just as the older fox shifted, dragging his dick from his boy's sore rear. The thick flesh pulled back, smeared in the male's copious fluids, until by the time the fat slab of meat slid out the boy's clenching hole was left to drip his father's seed.\n\nThe older fox leaned forward, placing a tender kiss on his child's lips. “I love you too, my eager breeder boy~”\n\n“Do you think I could have a collar, like Rajiin's?” Oliver asked, as his eyes slowly closed. He didn't realize just how exhausted he was from it all until now, the relaxation of several climaxes over washing over him. He could feel a dull ache throughout his entire youthful frame, every muscle fatigued from the clenching and stress that had pooled in his frame before every climax, not to mention the now steady, beating pain that came from his no longer virgin ass.\n\n“Of course... Not one like his, though. One that'll be unique to you...” his dad's words whispered into his ears, helping to lull his kit to sleep. He'll let the lad fall asleep on the couch to recuperate, at least until Marcus had finished cleaning the fox's bed. He'll let the lad sleep in his bed tonight, rather than his own. “And a special tag just for you, telling everyone how special you are to your father.”\n\n“I'd like that,” Oliver managed to mumble out. His body managed to barely press his lips against his dad's one more time, before his mind finally slipped into the first restful slumber he had had since the season started.\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "The young fox stalked silently in his father's manor, slinking through the dark halls that ran the length of the old building. It was well into the night, and while the four legged fox should have been sleeping, he found his mind incapable of it thanks to those vivid, demanding thoughts which occupied his mind. It was not an uncommon affliction for Oliver these past few weeks, an affliction that left him tossing and turning, and his sheath swollen and aroused. At first, he managed to satiate it by turning his own paws to his flesh in the way he had picked up from Crevan several years earlier when the white-haired fox had joined his family at the Manor. And, while that gave the kit a few, decent nights of sleep, it had only made the kit's growing lusts worse. Those thoughts of that strong, potent male fox, his fertile scent, powerful figure, and the virility he had in his possession... At first Oliver only appreciated the aspects of his father's body when he masturbated those first nights, but now... Now he had nurtured his carnal desires for his own dad to the point that he couldn't let them go. Every night Oliver buried his snout into the pillow so his brothers or father couldn't hear him whimper for his own father's cock as his hands stroked his healthy sized cock, whilst his mind vividly raced to imagine what it would be like to be one of his father's pets, used to slake the virile kitsune's lusts and expand his growing family.

Tonight had been enough, though. Oliver's mind couldn't rest, not even after his plump balls squeezed a warm, musky load of his own seed onto the sheets of his bed. Sleep still escaped the young kit, and desperation had finally given the boy the resolve he needed to pursue those carnal desires where his own courage had been found wanting. It brought him here, sneaking through the halls in his natural form to keep his steps as quick and silent as he could manage, now only one turn away from the hall which lead to the old manor's master bedroom.

Yet, while desperation had prompted the kit to act, his mind hadn't quite yet settled on a particular plan. Part of the boy hoped that his father was already asleep, allowing him to sneak into the five-tailed kitsune's room and, perhaps, indulge his growing curiosity whilst the older fox slumbered. Another fashioned a lie that he was having a nightmare and try to slink into the male's bed, and hope that somehow the situation would work itself out in such a way that he could find resolution to the need burning in his loins. Yet other ideas, the plots of the boy's vivid masturbatory sessions over the last few weeks, would bear fruit this night, as the fox found out when his lithe frame padded around the corner, and he found the door to the Cinteroph patriarch's room open.

He didn't have to question why it was open for long, the scents which wafted from within told the fox all he needed to know. A pang of jealousy ran through his young mind as soon as he detected the familiar scent of the wolf, his father's lover and the mother of Radulf. His father's scent was the stronger of the two, whilst the wolf's formed an admittedly pleasing undercurrent beneath the fox's odor as it settled into the kit's nose. It was hard to tell just how old the scent was however, thanks to the mixture of older and fresher scents laced on top of one another, but the two must have started at least a few hours before the kit had come to find his father. But now, with that scent in his mind, Oliver found himself frozen against the wall, breathing in their scent, and letting that pang of jealousy be stoked into a small fire of envious wrath! His young mind fell into those petulant thoughts, quickly disarming the desperation which had brought him here. For a moment, his libido had been quieted to the pain in his heart, and the fox even turned to start the trip back to his own rooms where he could think over the events and his missed opportunity in the privacy of his room.

But, before the fox had taken a step away, his ears picked up the sound of the wolf's voice, whimpering quietly within the room, and that lustful curiosity came roaring back to the fore front. So what if it was the wolf bitch being railed and not himself, he would at least have the opportunity to see his father in action, to smell his scent and watch him fuck the other male. And whilst he couldn't partake in those sensuous pursuits, he could at least take with him the memory of what it looked like for his next paw session over the coming days, perhaps even buying him a few days more before his resolve crumbled again and he sought his father's bed.

Yet, while Oliver believed he knew what he would find behind the door, after his snout pushed through the door's opening, he found something far more than what he had expected to see. The two of them weren't even on his father's bed, although discarded sheets and streaks of drying ejaculate told that they had been there earlier in the night. Now, however, the silver furred wolf Rajiin was on the floor, bracing himself on all fours with the orange furred frame of Oliver's father was on top of him. The fox, Amoren, was like Oliver in his true bred feral form. Yet, while Oliver looked more or less like a mature red fox save for the subtle, orange stripe patterns in his pelt, his father's form was far more mystical in appearance. He was the size of a large dog or wolf, at least, a towering figure compared to the lithe build of the wolf anthro beneath him. Those five tails, marking his father's age and power, were held aloft and flicking with keen lust, leaving nothing to the imagination as the pair's backsides were turned to Oliver, and allowed the boy's sight to catch the fact that Rajiin was tied to his Master's knot. The fat, potent balls of his dad's feral form rested against the wolf slut's, showing off the dramatic difference in size between the males' spheres. His father's hefty nutsack squirmed with the kitsune's motions, leaving the spent wolf with now choice but to idly whimper with every motion of the four legged beast's hips, as his own red prick hung between his hind legs. The red wolf cock occasionally flexed to nudge against the rounded belly of the male, concaved by the sheer weight of feral cum pumped into the male's body by those massive balls, no doubt guaranteeing the wolf would bare another set of children for his Master in the coming year. And beneath it all, a puddle of wasted seed between the wolf's legs gave the damning evidence for how much the male had enjoyed being bred by the boy's father.

The boy's blue-green eyes, meanwhile, soaked in every potent detail of his father's triumph for the night. Yet it seemed that his father wasn't done with the wolf just yet, as the silver furred male's lips cried out in another, whimpered moan, just as his dad's hips finally yanked back with enough pressure to pull the deflated knot from the male's ass. As soon as that natural plug had been pulled from the male's ass a torrent of that spent, vulpine cum poured from around the red rod, splattering onto the floor to join the growing lake of discarded semen cast aside by the two's lusts. The rest of Amoren's thirteen inch monster of a length soon followed the knot, falling out of the gaping ass to drip onto the floor, while Rajiin's body did its best to keep the precious semen pumped into his body right where it was.

“Ah, ah... There... That's three times Master...” the wolf panted, his eyes too ashamed to look into the fox's blue gaze, not when he had been reduced to such a pathetic state beneath the kitsune's body. His lips, after all, were smeared in a mixture of drool and cum from earlier in the day, and his voice held the raspy quality of a slut recovering from a throat fucking. “I don't think I can go again, I'm already spent. And there's no way that your seed hasn't already-”

Rajiin's protests were caught short by the sudden press of the kitsune's teeth against the back of his neck, causing the anthro's body to freeze beneath the vulpine's four legged frame. A dull whimper soon followed, as the wolf already knew what was coming, just because he wasn't able to go again didn't mean that Amoren wasn't, and the leather band around the wolf's neck meant that he didn't get to call the shots. Not like the wolf would have declined anyway, as that spent, cum covered length nestled its tapered point back against the well used entrance. And with the last several hours of fucking, the fox could slam his girth straight to the hilt with his first thrust, slapping their balls firmly against one another, and driving a cracked moan from Rajiin's chest as that shaft sloshed and churned the compacted cum within his belly.

Meanwhile, Oliver's gaze held firm, watching with captive interest as his father's feral body used his wolf as a convenient hole to slake his libido. The young fox was silent, his breath coming in thick pants that soaked in more of his father's scent, and the kit's vivid imagination worked to place himself in the wolf's place, causing a reflexive clench in the kit's backside as he imagined the ring of muscle being forced around that monstrous intruder. The boy's breath grew harder, more ragged as Amoren's pace quickened, driving tired moans and whimpers from the wolf with every buck and sway of those hips – every motion causing small rivulets of kitsune cum to scatter from the wolf's abused hole and join the rest of the liquid oozing against the floor boards. The young kitsune was so enraptured by the sight, in fact, that he didn't even realize he was starting to make his own, much smaller, mess against the wooden floor as he stood there. His young, ten inch prick had slid free from his sheath, the plump girth dripping his copious fluids onto the floor, and add another subtle nuance to the smell of the air. Yet, despite the boy's size and production, he couldn't hope to rival his father's virility, not with the fox's gigantic nuts slapping against the wolf's ass with every roll of those hips.

Fortunately for Oliver the scent of the two lover's helped to ensure that they didn't smell his own lustful scent, at least not while Amoren continued to rut the lustful wolf's ass. Rajiin certainly couldn't at least, as it seemed that the lupine had finally lost his senses, leaving him with a blank stare towards one of the room's walls and his tongue lulled out of his open, panting maw. The wolf's own, hefty cock heaved in another climax, but the wolf's balls had already tapped out from the last few rounds. But he didn't have to wait long until his feral climaxed for the forth time in that rump, as the male's triple lobed knot squeezed its way back into the wolf's gaping sphincter. The fox's thrusts awkwardly came to an abrupt halt immediately after, keeping him from yanking the engorged glands free with the next pull, and instead giving the flesh enough time to seal itself in the loosened walls once again. Even when so thoroughly stretched and lubricated, the sheer size of the father's knot ensured that the lupine was stuck, as proven when the kitsune began to yank the smaller male's body with every tug of his hips; snapping the canine out of his ahegao state with another, quick bark from his lips.

Oliver's own knot had inflamed as well, three glands proudly on display just like his father's. The red prick twitched in arousal, those balls held fast against the base of his sheath in anticipation, despite the lack of attention the kit was receiving. He stared, transfixed, watching as his father's balls began to twitch, then spasm as they unloaded ropes of fertile cum into the bitch's body. The young fox could almost swear he could see bloating in Rajiin's stomach worsen with every throb of those gigantic fox balls. But he wouldn't be sure, as his body finally shifted after standing frozen for several minutes, and cause one of his own feet to step onto the puddle of precum that had drooled from his tip. The warm sensation seeping against his sensitive foot pads immediately snapped Oliver out of his daze, blue-green eyes looking down to the noticeable mess his drooling cock had left!

“Oh no,” Oliver whispered quietly to himself, there was no way his father wouldn't notice this now, either later today or in the morning. And no way for him to clean it up in a way that the older male's sensitive nose wouldn't detect. Panic welled in his gut, almost distracting him from the next, important act of his his father's mating. Fortunately for him, the white-haired kit's eyes caught the shift in stance from the large feral, and quickly darted away, back into his room, before the five-tailed beast's turning figure noticed the voyeur. Instead, the fox and wolf were left to themselves as they waited for the tie to settle down once again.

The last thing Oliver heard from his father's room was the wolf's happy, pathetic whine. “Ah... again..?”

* * *

The cool, morning air was normally enough to stir Oliver from his slumber, even with his troubles, restless sleep since the season started. But not today, as the young kit groaned in annoyance at the sun's pale rays lighting his room, prompting the fox to grab his pillow and drag it over his head. He had taken two legged form once he had returned to his room, a young fox that seemed no older than twelve with a head of white hair between his ears. And, for much of the past several hours, he had spent more time with his hands around his ten inch cock than he had sleeping, leaving several streaks of his seed against his own fur and his sheets. If he was any other boy, he might have exhausted his libido hours ago and been able to enjoy at least an uncomfortable slumber, but instead he was the son of that virile fox, and his plump young nuts seemed to be almost as inexhaustible as his father's.

At least they were during this season, when wild foxes roamed the land to take their mates for the year. The time of year when Oliver's testes swelled, leaving his balls nice and plump in their package, and hanging heavily from the base of his large shaft. With another groan, the boy threw the pillow off of the bed and against the wall, followed by a sigh as his blue-green eyes settled down on the demanding length which had kept him up all night with thoughts of his father. One of his young, cum-stained hands slid down, giving a tender stroke to the inexhaustible flesh, settling on the bulge of his knot with a soft whimper rolling from his lips. He pictured himself, lying in bed like this, his legs spread to expose his tender tailstar to his father. He envisioned that scent hanging over him as the older fox held him down, that tool grinding into his rump to plant the male's seed within his belly. True, a normal male couldn't get pregnant, but Oliver knew enough about his dad to know that that wouldn't stop the spirit fox's seed. The thought of his father's children growing within his own body brought a powerful throb to Oliver's cock, and with it a hefty bead of vulpine cream quivering at the tip of his dick.

“Ah... Dad...” Oliver moaned silently, his hand squeezed his needy length, pumping his hips into the soft paw as his fantasy continued. He was laid out on his back, helpless against the desires of the older fox, the fox that had helped to give him life. The boy's toes curled in anticipation, his mental image panting in lust, the same look he had seen on Rajiin's face the night before plastered over his own. His cock twitched within his paw, knot glands twitching, all he had to do was squeeze the base of those lobes and he'll be pushed right over the edge.

“Oli, your breakfast is getting cold! Wake up already,” Radulf's voice rolled through the door.

Oliver's blue-green eyes snapped open, his breath caught halfway in his throat. His cock, however, was beyond the point of holding back, especially once the child's fingers squeezed around the sensitive glands from the sudden surprise. His ten-inch monster quivered and fired several strands of his young seed onto his chest, whilst the kid bit his own lip to remain silent, cursing his bad luck at the same time. “R, right,” he eventually called back after his climax had ran its course. “I'll be out in a minute...”

The boy's eyes glances over his bed, then down to his chest and abdomen painted with fresh, warm streaks of vulpine jizz. “I'm just going to take a quick shower first, tell dad I'll be out in a minute!” A cold shower, with extra soap to hide the scent of his need as best he could.

“Pfft, fine~ Slow poke,” Radulf called back through the door before leaving to continue going about his day.

* * *

Fortunately for him, Radulf and Crevan seemed preoccupied with each other, especially since the two were feeling the effects of the season just as much as Oliver. It was easy enough to hear the two's embrace over the videogame playing in Crevan's room when he slipped by, giving him a straight shot to the bathroom for the shower without any interruptions. It took several minutes for the young kit to lather himself with the fur wash until he was satisfied, and several more to wash the product free. But it was worth it by the end, as he stepped free to dry himself off, he no longer smelled like a horny degenerate who had spent all night milking his dick to thoughts of his father. Although nothing would stop the dull ache of over use that came from his cock, even though the boy's sheath still swelled with a noticeably aroused bulge.

“It'll have to do,” the boy sighed to himself as he placed his towel to dry, he just hoped that he could keep himself under control once he caught sight of his father. Although, if Oliver was lucky, his dad would be out of the estate running... whatever errand the five tail did, but the boy doubted that with the luck he had been having the last few hours.

At least he wasn't troubled as he ate his breakfast, a task that Oliver took slowly, letting his mind think over just what he was feeling. This wasn't, after all, the first breeding season the boy had lived through, being a fox old enough to take humanoid form meant that Oliver had lived several decades already, although his mind was still developing from that of a feral foxes, leaving him with a mentality roughly appropriate with that of a child. But unfortunately, Oliver had never actually sired any children of his own in all those years, a fact he desperately kept secret from his brothers and father, not wanting to let them think less of him for never having found a mate in the wild. He just never had much luck finding any vixens which seemed to appeal to him, one way or another, leaving him to deal with his lusts by himself (It was a glorious day when he figured out how to take humanoid form, opposable thumbs were a nice break from the back aches that came from handling his lusts with his maw).

But now here he was thinking of his father like a crazed vixen! It was like all those decades of unfulfilled seasons had caught up to him this year, driving him wild with those restless dreams. And, as embarrassed as he was to admit it, he would have given anything last night to be the one that Amoren was breeding, and to an extent, he still did. Yet, there was that part of him that didn't want to admit it. There was an element of taboo to it still, albeit minor, growing up as a fox didn't give him the same predilection against incest as other children. But it was mostly the sense of not living up to his father's expectations which stung the most to Oliver. It was no secret to the white-haired fox that Crevan was his father's favored child, the devious little kit which reminded the old fox of himself when he was a one-tail. And, even though Amoren never mentioned it, Oliver couldn't help but feel that he was a disappointment to the five-tailed fox. He didn't seem to have the same boisterous confidence that Crevan did, the cockiness that allowed him to put their family virility to good work. Instead, he stayed in the manor, practicing his fox magic, and staying in the shadows of his family rather than proving himself.

And now he was here acting more like a vixen than a tod, hungering for daddy's bone rather than planting his own seed. What a colossal disappointment he must be to the family's patriarch. The resentment he felt to himself sunk heavily in Oliver's stomach, and what remained of his breakfast tasted bitter to his senses. The boy pushed his plate away, leaving the remaining food on it as he hopped off of his chair with a disappointed swish of his tail, he'd eat more later when he didn't feel like such a failure of a son, and instead solemnly walked back to his room without even caring to pay attention to what was around him.

So much so, that he did not notice his father's voice, until the strong male's arm reached forward and grasped Oliver by his shoulder. In an instant, the kit's ears swiveled upright, and his eyes blinked to look back towards his father. Like himself, Amoren was no longer on all fours, and instead had assumed an anthropomorphic form, standing on two legs with his tails twitching behind his back. But, unlike himself, Amoren's features were that of an athletic adult, with stocky features and a powerful build, his fur a dark orange with the same, creamy stripes that Oliver had inherited. The younger fox's gaze met that of his father's blue, the older kitsune's eyes shimmering with a soft, eldritch light. “What's the matter boy?” the older fox spoke, the dull claws on his fingers kept a firm hold on Oliver's shoulder, preventing him from pulling away. “You're walking around the manor like you're a zombie, so what's eating you?”

“Nothing's eating me, I'm fine Dad,” the boy retorted, snapping his gaze away from his dad's naked features, and for once the lad half wished his father didn't have a habit of being naked around his home.

“If you know that Crevan can't manage to deceive me, what makes you think you can?” the older fox retorted with but a hint of a smile to his lips, no doubt thinking of it as a teasing remark. Unfortunately for Oliver, however, the comment just bit deeper into his insecurities, bringing with it an awkward stammer of his legs, and a downcast glance towards the floor.

“Wait... What's wrong. Did Crevan do anything to you?” Amoren spoke out again, quickly catching the boy's reaction, and that subtle smile to his black lips retracted into a firm grimace. The male's interest in his son grew more intense, causing his fingers to press firmer against his child's shoulder.

“Crevan didn't do anything dad,” Oliver finally spoke, keeping his gaze down towards the floor. “Like I said, nothing's wrong. I'm fine, I just want to go back to my room,” he continued, trying to keep his attention away from the man holding him. Even despite his soured mood, the kit's nose could smell his father's scent, and the potent pheromones that were carried with it. They tingled against the sensitive fox's nose, carrying with it the knowledge of the male's health and virility, the prized stud for any vixen for this season. Oliver did his best to not focus on it, but it was a losing battle, his sheath was starting to grow plump once again after a few, peaceful minutes of slumber.

“Is that so...” the older fox continued, keeping his gaze down on his squirming boy. He took a quick breath through his nostrils, partaking in his lad's scent... The well shampooed fur, the scent of stress seeping through the chemical perfume. He hadn't quite yet picked up on his boy's arousal yet, but that would no doubt come in time the longer the two stayed next to each other. “Well if its not that, then you're going to tell me what's wrong before you're allowed to go back to your room. I can't have one of my son's hiding away like a recluse.”

“I'm fine Dad!” Oliver tried to interject, only for his retort to be brushed to the side, and for his smaller frame to be plucked up into his dad's arms. He squirmed, resisting for a moment as he was pressed against the older male's firm chest, legs and arms pushing against the strong adult's frame to ill effect! “Dad, put me down! I'm okay!”

“No you're not,” Amoren's voice spoke gruffly, a hint of a growl to the back of his word's. He carried his child out from the halls and back towards the lounge room of the estate, a fancy enough setting featuring numerous couches and other, more modern entertainment added for the sake of his boys – many of which were curious with the modern world. The fox picked out his favorite couch in the place, a well kept sofa, and sat at one end of the massive piece of furniture, placing his boy on his thighs and keeping him there with his hands on the young male's hips, despite his protests.

“Now, are you going to tell me what's on your mind?” Amoren spoke again, leveraging his gaze on the younger fox's face.

Oliver did his best to not meet his father's eyes, every time his blue-green eyes caught that look, his mind couldn't help but flash to the events of last night. That intense, almost possessed expression on his father's as he stared down at the wolf. A look of possession, lust, and a touch of love on that snout as he bred the silver lupine for hours on end. Oliver's heart skipped within his chest, and he unconsciously breathed in a healthy dose of his father's scent. 'Stay down, stay down,' he thought to himself, trying to keep that sheath from swelling any further, but the pink tip of his member started to show through.

“...Is it the season?” the five-tailed kitsune spoke, not giving up the inquiry as he looked to his son, prying further. “...You've not found a mate yet for the season, but you shouldn't worry Oliver. Its still early, and a strapping tod like yourself shouldn't have any issues finding a vixen. Especially not with so many years finding mates~” he added, teasingly, with an encouraging rumble to his chest.

Oliver, meanwhile, kept his gaze looking down, staring at his father's abdomen. He could almost make out the lines of the male's impressive physique through the man's winter coat. His mind continued to race, remembering his wishful fantasy from earlier today, how he vividly thought of that fur rippling with the motion of the man's muscles as his father claimed his body. His breath caught in his throat, deep pants now starting to flow from his lungs, and Oliver couldn't help but glance downwards at his father's loins. They were swollen in arousal as well, but his father had a greater deal of willpower to resist the alluring libido of the season until he wanted to let go. But Oliver couldn't help but think of arousing his father in whatever way, imagining the pleased rumbles he could draw from his dad's chest with a sway of his tail to show off his tight, virgin rear.

Amoren just continued to look at his child, his nose wrinkling as it started to pick up the boy's arousal. He didn't need to glance down to see the two inches of the boy's pink shaft poking free to know it was there with the scent it wafted. The hands on his son's hip squeezed firmer, and he tried to pry into what was bugging his son one more time. “I know you're not the most forward of my boys, but that's alright, each of you are different in your own ways. And there's nothing wrong with that... I love all of you after all, regardless of what you may think. I just want to see you happy, and perhaps not make a mess for Marcus to clean up every day-”

His dad didn't get a chance to finish that sentence, as Oliver finally reached the limit of what he could handle. His young body shot forward, his small arms squeezing around his father's broad chest, and his blue-green eyes stared into his father's appealing blues with unabashed desire in his gaze. His small snout pressed firmly against his dad's lips, interrupting his statement as the kit's muzzle tried to embrace his father's, lips parted and his young tongue rolling out to brush against his dad's, hoping his old man would follow it back to claim his small maw for himself! He pulled himself close, grinding his fat boyhood against the man's firm abdomen, whilst the soft fur of his taint ground needingly onto the adult's loins.

“I don't want a vixen,” Oliver's mind raced, he couldn't help but start to speak, divulging everything that was bugging to him in one tender admission. “I've never laid with a vixen. I've never sired a kit. I'm a failure of a son,” he continued, blurting out his insecurities. “But I don't care anymore because I want to carry your child like Rajiin does. I want to feel your seed claiming me, to be made one of your pets. To feel owned and used by you! I don't care if that makes me a failure of a son anymore, I want it so much I can't control myself anymore.” Oliver pressed his face against his father's chest, eyes closed as his young frame panted on the adult's lap. Fear and excitement boiled within his chest equally, waiting for his father to react to the blatant admission.

Amoren was silent for several seconds, leaving the lounge quiet save for the deep breaths rolling from Oliver's chest, although one arm still held his kit, wrapping around his back in return for the tight hug around his side. Eventually a dull rumble rolled from his chest, and his hand pulled away from his boy's back so that it could instead grasp the kit by his snout and pull his head back so that he could look deep into the boy's eyes. “Is that true, that you've not sired any litters of your own?”

“Yes... dad...” Oliver sheepishly admitted with bated breath, his length had almost grown to its full size by now, resting its weight against his father's body whilst his tail flicked against his dad's knee. “I just never found one that really appealed to me... Maybe I just had a tough standard to meet, thinking of myself as the strapping child of a fox like you?”

“Maybe...” Amoren retorted with that firm, even voice, and Oliver's gaze glanced away again. Of course his father would ask about that, he wanted his boys to help spread his legacy and line, and he was a failure to that, an embarrassment, more like their mother than him...

“I guess that means you have quite a few years to catch up on then,” the older fox's voice breathed softly against Oliver's ears, and those ashamed thoughts came to a sudden, crashing halt in his mind. The boy's eyes flicked back to his dad's features, just in time to see the older man's lips push against his own. The boy's ears flicked backwards in a submissive posture, while his hands raked his small claws through his father's fur, feeling the male lock his larger snout against his own in that passionate embrace. The older fox's silky tongue rolled in, tasting his son's maw for the first time, and Oliver couldn't help but submit to the other tongue's demand, rolling against it with shocked exhilaration. What few inches remained unrepresented from his loins sprung forward, bringing the boy to full master as his father continued their embrace. Oliver just held himself close, delighting in the warmth of his father's body, unabashedly breathing in his dad's scent, delighting openly in every little feature of his father that drove him so wild without feeling guilty about what he would think of him anymore. He didn't care if his dad thought of him as a pathetic excuse for a child anymore, so long as it meant he could be with his dad like this it would be worth it.

Oliver wasn't sure how long his father had pressed that kiss to his lips, but by the time the older male's maw retracted, their tongues were bridged together by several, slimy strands of their saliva. The boy's lips broke the bond, before his small muscle flicked forward to hungrily savior the taste of his dad's saliva in his maw. He looked up at the adult, a beaming smile on his lips, cock twitching happily against the other's fur and making a mess with the copious spunk oozing from his tip. “You're not angry at me..?” he added, even though his body squirmed against the distinct sensation of his father's prick swelling from its container against his body. Warm droplets of the canid's cream painting Oliver's sac with his father's musk; the boy's testes felt pent up, despite climaxing less than an hour ago.

“I could never be angry at my own child, and I'm not disappointed either,” Amoren's voice rung out with a lustful growl, blue eyes looked longingly at his son's flesh. It wasn't quite the same expression that he showed his bitch, there was more care and love than lust and need to it, but that didn't matter to Oliver, it was a special look reserved for him, and it made the child even happier than if it had been the look he had fantasized about. “But I want you to be sure that you want this...” he added, looking at his child, as a hand came to slide down the boy's side and settle onto a hip. The adult's thumb teasingly pressing in against the side of the lad's stomach.

“Yes I'm sure. I couldn't think of anything else but being yours when I saw you and Rajiin last night,” he admitted, smiling still as his lustful gaze admired his father's form. It felt so good to be open about his interest in the other male, a warm sense of elation soaring in his chest that this was happening. “I want to be yours dad, I know Rajiin is your mate for the season. And I'm okay with that, I just want to be your pet, your toy... Whatever you want to call it, so long as I get to feel our children growing in my belly. I wanted it even before I saw you last night, but now I know that I need it.”

The child's lust was boiling over now, his body panting in need as his flesh grew warm against the adult's touch. Just one glance into his child's gaze confirmed every word that the lad had just said, that obvious need and desire evident in how the lad's eyes stared at him. And of course, his desire clear in how hard his young prick was against the fox's body, and in how high the child's tail hiked upwards in invitation.

“You're not my pet or my toy,” Amoren corrected, as his free hand moved forward to grasp the lad's chin once again, “You're my boy, my special breeding boy.” The phrase brought an eager pant to Oliver's lips, swiftly before it was silenced in another passionate embrace of their maws. The boy's eyes closed as he just savored the special attention his father was showing him, the way the male's tongue rolled into his mouth. The way his father's arms embraced him closer, holding him tightly against his frame without any concern for the beating erections pressed against each others' bodies. The mixture of paternal affection and lust was everything that the boy had been dreaming of for the last month.

“Yes dad...” Oliver panted as their lips broke contact once again, and his devoted gaze looked into the affection stare of the man that would give him his first children. “I'm your breeding boy, your special breeding boy. So long as I'm living under your roof I want to make you proud and give you even more boys,” he added, an almost drunken smile on his lips.

His father didn't answer beyond a crooked smile on his lips, and a longing look to the adult's gaze. And that was all that Oliver needed, the knowledge that his dad wanted his body as much as he wanted his. It kept that smile on the kit's lips, as he settled away from his father's embrace, but the older fox had a better idea, as he rolled their bodies to the side. Oliver slipped out of his dad's lap and laid out against the cushion he was pulled to, his young legs spreading to show off of body to his father's eyes. The kit's tail flicked over the edge of the cushion, tail tip batting catily against the side, whilst his small arms reached up to steady himself against the back of the couch.

But, unlike his dream, his father didn't loom over him like a lustful, ravenous beast. Instead his dad's gaze fell upon his body, admiring it in ways Oliver never really expected his father to look at him, but had hoped. The man's hands settled on the boy's hips, stroking down along those lithe thighs. Oliver spread his legs further, following the subtle pressure from his father's hands to slide upward, angling his rear to bring his exposed sphincter to view. The child's chest heaved in long breaths, Oliver's eager eyes watching as his dad's gaze traveled down over his body, crossing his boyish figure, skipping over his weighty loins, until it came to hungrily admir the flexing, virgin hole on display for him and him alone. “Please dad...” Oliver found himself groaning, feeling his dad's hands stroke further down his thighs and, eventually crossing his knees to instead grasp around his ankles. “I want you so much...”

“Patience boy...” he retorted, his chest was rolling in its own lust. His tongue flicked forward, licking over his lips as he pulled his son towards him with a pull on those ankles, dragging his back across the couch and bringing his hips to angle upwards with it. The boy's tail kept itself nice and clear from his virgin entrance, the limb brushing along the edge of the couch still, whilst the adult's fat, monster of a cock finally came to rest against his child's body. The three inch thick girth was an intimidating sight compared to the child's body, a monster that was thicker than the boy's wrist, and almost as long as his forearm. If it wasn't for the two's spiritual nature, he might have been concerned for his child's well being, but instead he began to yearn for the sight of his dick sinking into his child's frame.

“P, please dad...” the boy whimpered, his eyes closing as he squirmed in wanton lust. His tailstar twitched against the side of his father's dick, feeling as the warm, precum covered meat rolled between his cheeks, the angle of his hips kept his buttocks nice and spread for his father's convenience. But he couldn't force his father to move any faster, instead he anxiously awaited as the virile male's cock ground tantalizingly against his body, upstaging his own eager cock whenever his dad's brushed over his tennis sized balls. His toes splayed openly in the air, showing off his anticipation with the flexing of his legs. All while his snout held itself open with soft, languished pants and soft, whimpering begs.

His father's dick must had idly rolled over his buttocks a good ten times before the fox's grip on his ankles strengthened, enough time for the thirteen inch monster to be nice and firm against his body. But not too firm, unlike Oliver's own length which had grown completely turgid with its knot on display, his dad's cock still had enough give to it that the three lobes remained only slightly inflated at the base of his rod, just enough to hint at their existence as the adult's hips pulled back, dragging the tapered tip of his length across his son's body. Oliver could only whimper in desire as the shaft brushed over his white fur, leaving behind a trail of warm precum marking how it wandered from his heavy, clenched spheres to the hungry hole of his ass. The anticipation grew in the child's frame, causing his body to freeze, muscles clenched and his fingers digging into the cushions of the couch.

“Daaad...” Oliver breathed out, his eyelids cracking open to show his father's lustful expression. He could see that monster pointed at him, nudging his exposed entrance with a few, soft grinds of the tapered tip against his hole. The adult's larger frame looming over his rear, promising him the life that he really wanted with every idle swing from his father's heavy balls. But the kid didn't need to beg anymore, as his father's head settled into the lad's sphincter. The ring of muscle parted for that tip, squeezing down over the invading member as the rod trickled his father's warm juices into his body. But despite their protest, they failed to dislodge that prick thanks to the adult's unyielding hips.

“Remember to breathe...” Amoren growled down to his son, the kit's lips contorting to answer, but his words were lost in a low groan that was forced from his young body with the push of the man's hips. Oliver's ears flicked to the back of his skull once more, and his head tilted back, mouth open with that groan as he felt the first pangs of pain. It was the muscles in his sphincter, that ring of flesh quickly found its comfortable limit as the wedge-shaped, canid head sunk in. The stretched flesh felt like it was burning, but it couldn't resist the slowly sinking length, the skin dimpling as that opening spread. The burning peaked at the two inch mark, but Oliver didn't whimper, he bit his lips to deal with the pain, letting only his low groans roll from his throat. “Almost there...” the father spoke, he seemed to be able to read his son's body better than even Oliver could realize, knowing when to push forward and when to pause, giving his young flesh the time it needed to brace itself for the next firm push. But, whilst Oliver's eyes clenched shut, the father's gaze stared attentively down to watch that virgin hole being deflowered by his prick, seeing how it quivered and gave ground to his dick with every milimeter pressed forward.

“Oh sheesh, it feels so much bigger than it looks,” Oliver managed to groan, his clawed finger tips not quite managing to tear into the cushions with the pain building in his ass. But despite it, he wanted his father to continue, trusted in his actions, and was swiftly rewarded when another, firm push nudged the last of his tapered head in. With the ring of muscle stretched to accommodate, there was little to stop that cock from plundering his hole as it wished. An inch, then two, sunk after that male's head, grinding into the boy's body with the steady push of Amoren's thighs. Oliver's soft, inner walls hugged against that overwhelming intruder, parting around the man's cock like a warm, velvet sock hugging around his girth. Until finally the flesh ground against a small, budding intrusion, and Oliver's body froze with a gasp of pleasure.

The kid tried to silence himself with his own arm, burying his snout into the inner elbow of the limb. The arm did little to stop the lad's low-pitched whimpers and whines, but it at least muffled his embarrassing words before his father, or worst his siblings, could hear them. His eyes were still closed, only infrequently opening to look lovingly into the face of the male fucking him. Instead, Oliver just basked in the new, foreign sensations that came from his father using his body, the dull ache of his sphincter mixing with the intense pleasure that came from his prostate's constant abuse. Every grind, every roll, every slow thrust and remorseful retreat, it all sent a shocking wave of euphoria from the base of his loins to travel up along his spine. His body's squirms from the act were silenced by those hands holding his ankles like a pair of handlebars, only letting Oliver's upper body contort in his blissful passions.

Amoren's cock had settled into a steady, sea-sawing motion by the time it had sunk a good halfway in. Several inches of his thicker than a can of cola cock had settled into his boy's warm body, bringing a pleased growl to his throat. The boy could feel his father's balls start to pull, clinging to the man's sheath in preparation. He could feel how the adult's hand squeezed firmer against his heel as his muscles clenched, writhing in anticipation. Oliver's own dick throbbed, the pressure in his loins building, growing with every firm press of his dad's shaft against his prostate, until finally the child couldn't hold back from his first climax. He moaned hotly into his arm, his eyes clenched shut, as his balls started to spasm. Each and every twitch from the boy's large orbs announcing a fresh, piping hot rope of seed shooting through the air and landing onto his own fur in neglected streaks of lust over his fur. He could feel his warm cream seeping into his pelt, but he didn't care, Oliver only paid attention to the sensation of his dad's cock drilling his ass.

Despite his climax, Oliver's cock remained firm, standing at attention as warm, tepid drips of spent spunk oozed from his tip and onto the mess he had made of his fur. The boy's mind couldn't hope to keep up with it all, his body simultaneously basking in release yet craving more as his dad continued to fuck his tender rear. His mind drifted off, no longer caring about the burning ache of his muscles, the steady pressure as that fat cock slid more and more of its mass into his hole. His fingers quivered, and as his dad's knot finally tapped against his hungry, spunk-oozing hole, another climax arced from the child's cock without Oliver even being aware of its passing.

But that second release caused the boy's eyelids to flicker, his senses returning as he felt his father's turgid prick grinding in and out of his flesh. Those fat, fully swollen glands nudging against the outside of his ass, teasing his body with the even larger girth! The boy wanted it, and he let his dad know it by pressing his ass firmly against that bulge, his lips contorting into a happy, spent whimper. “Tie me dad, please...”

“Not today,” his father's words growled down, laced with an obvious, lustful groan. “When you're ready boy, but not now.”

The response brought a needy groan from the boy's throat, furthered by his father's pace quickened. There was little that could be done about it now asides from letting his dad's flesh soften, and as much as he wanted to be stock to his father's loins, he wanted to feel his seed spilling into his belly more. He hoped and silently prayed that he wouldn't have to wait much longer, Oliver's overtaxed mind falling into another, passionate daze as his father's hips rocked and rolled against his ass. The boy's body rolled against the couch, propped and pushed by the good nine to ten inches of flesh he was impaled on. Not even his hands clutched against the couch could steady his body, and all the man's hands on his legs did was ensure that his cheeks remained spread. But the friction of fabric rolling over his fur fell to the background of the boy's mind, his senses focusing on his soft flesh hugging his father's dick, the surging of pleasure that came from the bundle of nerves nestled along his inner walls, and the pulse of his father's heart racing through that gigantic prick.

The twitch that came with every heartbeat quickened to a telltale head, as whatever faculties were left working in the child's mind put together what it meant. The realization that his dad's orgasm was finally approaching brought a dumb, almost goofy smile to his lips. His arm must have retreated from his snout sometime ago to press against the couch, leaving no barrier between his cries and his father's ears, letting him hear every, frantic thought which the man's cock forced from the boy's mind. Silent begs and pleas to be made his father's breeder rolled from his throat, whimpers of submission and supplication to his dad's body, all interspersed with the lad's pleased, passionate notes.

But finally the boy got what he had wanted. His mind had long since lost track of time, fallen into that degenerate, blissful blank, but it came crashing back when he felt the first firm throb of the man's dick in his body. Oliver moaned openly, delighting in the sensation of his father's hot seed splashing into his inner walls, seeping deeper into his belly, and the implication it had for his future. His eyes focused, looking up at his dad's grunting, mid-climax expression, a dumb smile and a weak moan rolling from Oliver's own as the next streak of fertile seed filled his body. His legs weakly pushed against his father's grip, but the hands didn't relent, keeping the lad's legs spread until each and every rope of Amoren's virulent seed had been planted in the child's ass. Oliver tried to count each and every rope of cum his father pumped into him, but his mind lost track after the third, silently breathing a panted string of jargon by the end.

Amoren's hands released his son's legs when it was finished, his body panting vividly from his release. Oliver's limbs tenderly lowered to wrap around his father's body, his frame laying still as each and every shift of his body caused the shaft standing within his frame to squirm. The boy's eyes slowly opened, looking up to his father with exasperated bliss, and a tender, loving smile as he saw his dad's fatherly gaze back. It felt right to the boy, like he had finally earned all the love and care his dad had shown to him from when he first came to the manor, and for once he felt at peace, as if he had found his place in life finally.

“I love you dad...” Oliver panted, smiling up at his father. The words brought a smile to Amoren's lips, just as the older fox shifted, dragging his dick from his boy's sore rear. The thick flesh pulled back, smeared in the male's copious fluids, until by the time the fat slab of meat slid out the boy's clenching hole was left to drip his father's seed.

The older fox leaned forward, placing a tender kiss on his child's lips. “I love you too, my eager breeder boy~”

“Do you think I could have a collar, like Rajiin's?” Oliver asked, as his eyes slowly closed. He didn't realize just how exhausted he was from it all until now, the relaxation of several climaxes over washing over him. He could feel a dull ache throughout his entire youthful frame, every muscle fatigued from the clenching and stress that had pooled in his frame before every climax, not to mention the now steady, beating pain that came from his no longer virgin ass.

“Of course... Not one like his, though. One that'll be unique to you...” his dad's words whispered into his ears, helping to lull his kit to sleep. He'll let the lad fall asleep on the couch to recuperate, at least until Marcus had finished cleaning the fox's bed. He'll let the lad sleep in his bed tonight, rather than his own. “And a special tag just for you, telling everyone how special you are to your father.”

“I'd like that,” Oliver managed to mumble out. His body managed to barely press his lips against his dad's one more time, before his mind finally slipped into the first restful slumber he had had since the season started.

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