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

Rylan’s control slipped further. His fingers tightened in Anaria’s wet hair and he began thrusting into her mouth slow at first, then deeper. A rough groan left his chest with every push.

Anaria took it willingly. She relaxed her throat and let him use her, soft wet sounds mixing with the quiet of the stream. Each time he pushed in she moaned around him, the vibration making his hips jerk.

”Fuck...” Rylan’s voice was low and strained. He kept the rhythm, fucking her mouth while his other hand stayed gentle on the back of her head, still careful even as he took what he wanted.

Anaria looked up at him through her lashes, eyes dark with pleasure, and sucked harder on every outward stroke. She liked the way he was losing control.

Rylan pulled out of her mouth slowly. The wet sound was clear in the quiet. A thin string of saliva still connected them for a second before it broke. He stayed close, chest rising and falling hard, and carefully helped Anaria stand so her wounded leg took almost no weight.

Before he could say anything she rose on her toes, slid both hands up his wet chest, and kissed him. The kiss was deep and open. He answered it at once, one arm wrapping around her back to keep her steady while their mouths moved together.

His cock remained thick and hard between them, pressing against her stomach. Without breaking the kiss Rylan slid one strong arm under her thighs and lifted her. Her injured leg hung free; most of her weight rested against his body. With his free hand he reached down and stroked himself once, firm and slow. A low, rough groan left his throat and vibrated against her lips.

Anaria pulled back just enough to speak. She leaned to his ear, her breath warm.

”Fuck me.”

Rylan’s voice came out strained. ”Are you sure?”

She nodded against his cheek.

He adjusted his hold, lowering her carefully while still supporting her. The broad head of his cock brushed her entrance. He paused there for a heartbeat, then pushed up into her in one long, controlled slide. Anaria’s head tipped back. A loud, open moan tore from her throat as he stretched her open and sank in until his hips met hers.

Somewhere above them a flock of birds exploded from a tree in a sudden rush of wings and sharp cries. The noise made Anaria laugh even while she was still full of him, the sound soft and surprised against his shoulder.

Rylan started moving in small, careful thrusts. Each one was shallow and gentle. He groaned quietly with every stroke, clearly holding himself back.

Anaria’s fingers dug into the wet fur on his shoulders.

”Fuck me properly,” she whispered.

The words loosened something in him. He lengthened his strokes, pushing deeper, the water around their hips splashing with the new rhythm. Anaria’s moans grew louder, broken pieces of speech slipping out between them.

”Yes—like that—ah—deeper—”

Hearing her made him want more. He increased the pace again. A sharp, sweet cry left her when he bottomed out hard. Rylan slowed just enough to speak against her ear, voice low and warning.

”Careful. You’ll wake the whole settlement.”

Anaria only moaned and answered, breath hitching, ”I don’t care. Don’t stop.”

He didn’t. She rested her head in the curve of his neck, breathing hot against his skin. Every soft moan she made vibrated into him. The feel of it stripped away more of his control. His thrusts turned heavier, more ruthless.

”You get better and better,” she gasped against his neck. ”I love it—don’t stop—”

Rylan pulled one hand from her ass, cupped the back of her head, and dragged her face up so he could kiss her hard. Anaria kissed him back just as fiercely, still moaning into his mouth.

”Don’t stop,” she told him again when they broke for air.

He answered by driving deeper. Both hands gripped her ass now, pulling her down onto every thrust so she took him to the hilt. She loved the force of it, the way he filled her so completely, the wet slap of their bodies under the water.

After a long stretch of that intensity he finally pulled out. Anaria was shaking. The moment the thick length left her she made a soft, almost broken sound of loss. She did not want it to end.

Rylan kissed her mouth first, then dropped his head and took one breast between his lips. He sucked hard, tongue working the nipple until another moan spilled out of her. When he finished he set her carefully on her feet and pressed a gentler kiss to her forehead. The sudden emptiness made her eyes sting; she almost wanted to cry from how much she already missed him inside her.

He walked a few steps past her. His cock still stood heavy and hard, gleaming with her wetness. With raw strength he tore several thick branches from a nearby tree and laid them flat along the stream bank, building a rough bed of wood and leaves. Then he turned and motioned her over.

Anaria went to him without hesitation. The moment she was close enough he lifted her, laid her down on the branches, and kissed her deeply. He moved lower, trailing open-mouthed kisses down her stomach until he reached the place between her legs. He pressed a slow, deliberate kiss right there. The unexpected softness after all the roughness made her laugh and moan at the same time.

Rylan looked up at her face, stroked his cock once from base to tip, and pushed inside her in one firm thrust. Anaria’s back arched. A loud moan left her as he filled her again.

This time there was no careful restraint left. He fucked her with full animal intensity—deep, fast, relentless strokes that made the branches creak beneath them. Anaria’s moans rose higher with every thrust. Her hands gripped the wood, then his arms, then the fur on his back, looking for something to hold onto.

His breathing turned uneven. She felt him swell even thicker inside her.

”Inside me,” she begged between broken moans. ”Release inside me—”

Rylan bent his head to her neck and drove into her faster, harder, chasing the edge. A few more powerful thrusts and he buried himself to the hilt. A long, guttural groan tore from his chest as hot, thick pulses of his release flooded her. Anaria moaned at the feel of it, her walls fluttering around him while he stayed locked deep, letting every drop settle inside her.

He kissed her while they both caught their breath. She still wasn’t satisfied. After a long moment he pulled out slowly. Even after finishing he remained hard and ready, the thick length of him still standing. Anaria’s eyes stayed fixed on him, dark with continued want.

She shifted closer, lying against his side on the rough bed of branches.

”I’m not done with you yet,” she said quietly. ”Take me back to my shelter.”

Rylan glanced toward the path that led to the settlement. ”What if the others see us?”

Anaria smiled. ”Then they can join us.”

She bent down, kissed the head of his cock, and licked away the last traces of his release that still clung to the tip. The soft, wet touch made him twitch in her mouth.

Rylan didn’t wait any longer. He scooped her up carefully, supporting her wounded leg, and carried her straight back into the deeper water, already rinsing them both clean for the second round.