Beast Beauty System: The Exiled Fox is Pampered in the Beast World

Anaria’s eyes widened slightly at the notification, a flicker of awareness cutting through the haze of pleasure, but Kenai was already beginning to move. He pulled back and thrust in again deep, controlled, powerful. Another loud moan escaped her as he filled her once more.

Kenai set a steady, heavy rhythm, each stroke deliberate and claiming. His eyes never left her face, watching every reaction, every catch of her breath. The wet sound of their joining filled the quiet room, underscoring the intensity of each measured thrust.

”You will be mine after this,” he said, voice rough with restraint and certainty. ”Do you understand?”

Anaria nodded, another moan breaking from her as he drove deeper, the forming bond and the residual heat tangling together inside her in a dizzying rush.

”Say it.”

”Yours,” she gasped, the word torn from her on the next deep stroke.

Kenai’s jaw tightened. He thrust harder, the controlled pace giving way to something more possessive, more final. Anaria’s hands gripped his arms, her moans rising with every deep stroke as the residual heat and the forming bond tangled together inside her, binding her to him with every powerful movement of his body.

Kenai kept the heavy rhythm steady.

Each deep thrust filled her completely, the thick length of him dragging against every sensitive place inside her. Anaria moaned loudly with every stroke, her hands gripping his arms as he claimed her. The residual heat under her skin burned hotter now that he was inside her, mixing with the strange new pressure of the forming bond. Every time he sank to the hilt she felt it something heavy and permanent tightening between them.

Kenai shifted his angle slightly, still careful of her stomach, and drove in harder. The change dragged a sharper cry from her throat. He did it again. And again. The wet sound of their joining grew louder in the quiet room. Anaria’s breasts swayed with the force of his movements. She could feel how soaked she was, cream slicking his cock each time he pulled back and thrust home.

”Kenai”

He did not slow. One of his hands slid under her thigh and lifted it carefully so he could sink even deeper. Anaria’s back arched as much as her belly allowed. Loud, broken moans spilled from her mouth with every powerful stroke. The heat coiled tighter and tighter low in her belly. She clung to him, meeting his thrusts as best she could, her fingers digging into his skin.

Kenai’s eyes stayed locked on her face. There was no softness in his expression only focused hunger and the weight of what they were doing. This was not simple heat relief. Every stroke carried the clear intent of claiming.

He pulled out suddenly.

Anaria made a protesting sound at the sudden emptiness, but Kenai was already moving. He helped her turn onto her side with steady hands, mindful of the pregnancy, then settled behind her. One strong arm slid under her head for support while the other gripped her hip. He pushed back into her from behind in one long, deep thrust.

A loud moan tore from Anaria’s throat at the new angle.

Kenai set a harder pace now. His hips snapped forward again and again, filling her completely with every stroke. The position let him go deeper without putting any weight on her stomach. Anaria moaned openly, one hand reaching back to grip his thigh as he fucked her. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room. She could feel every thick inch of him stretching her, claiming her thoroughly.

”Harder,” she gasped.

Kenai gave it to her. His thrusts grew stronger, more powerful. Anaria’s moans rose higher with every deep stroke. The heat under her skin and the growing pressure of the bond tangled together until she could barely separate them. Every time he buried himself fully she felt the invisible thread between them pull tighter.

Kenai’s hand slid from her hip around to the front of her body. His fingers found the swollen bud above where they were connected and rubbed in firm, tight circles while he kept thrusting. The dual sensation ripped a louder cry from her throat. Her thighs trembled. The climax built fast and hard.

Anaria’s first peak hit without warning.

Her whole body locked up as the pleasure crashed through her. A long, shaking moan left her while her pussy clenched rhythmically around his cock. Kenai did not stop. He fucked her through it, drawing every wave out of her with deep, steady strokes until she was trembling and gasping in his arms, still pulsing around him.

Only when the strongest spasms faded did he slow.

He stayed buried deep inside her, breathing hard against the back of her neck. Anaria could feel him throbbing, still fully hard, still holding back his own release. The bond pressure had grown heavier. She could sense it clearly now an invisible weight settling deeper between them with every heartbeat.

Kenai carefully withdrew. Anaria whimpered at the loss. He helped her onto her back again, settled between her thighs once more, and braced his weight properly so he would not press on her stomach. Then he pushed back into her in one smooth, deep thrust.

A fresh moan left her at the renewed fullness.

He started moving again deep, deliberate strokes that kept the intensity high without becoming reckless. His forehead lowered until it nearly touched hers. Their breaths mixed in the small space between them. Every time he sank into her fully, the bond seemed to pulse stronger, heavier, more permanent.

Anaria’s hands slid up his arms and gripped his shoulders. She met his thrusts as best she could, moaning with every deep penetration. The heat and the bonding pressure had completely tangled together. She could no longer tell where one ended and the other began. All she knew was the thick stretch of him inside her and the growing certainty that something irreversible was forming between them.