"Are you jealous?" Kael repeated.

Rue’s ears flattened.

"No."

"You are jealous." Kael smiles.

"Shut up and fuck my ass before I change my mind."

Kael laughed—a genuine sound, warm and amused. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to the small of her back, right where her spine met the base of her tails. Rue shivered.

"Eager little fox."

"Don’t call me— ah—"

His tongue traced the curve of her spine, following the line down to where her tails connected. Rue’s breath hitched. Her tails twitched—nine golden streams of fur rippling with nervous anticipation.

"You’ve done this before?"

"N-no. But I read about it. And I... prepared. Just in case."

"Prepared?"

"In case you ever wanted to." Her voice dropped to a whisper.

Kael paused.

Something shifted in his expression.

"Then I’ll be gentle."

He smiled against her skin.

His fingers found her entrance. Still slick—overflowing with his cum from the previous round, the mixture of their fluids serving as natural lubricant. He pressed one finger against her tighter hole.

Rue tensed.

"Relax."

"I’m trying—"

He pushed in.

One finger sliding past the ring of muscle, sinking into heat that was somehow even tighter than her pussy. Rue’s claws dug into the sheets. Her breath came in sharp, controlled bursts.

"How does it feel?"

"Weird. Full. Not bad, just— ah— different."

He worked the finger in and out. Slow strokes. Letting her adjust. Adding a second finger when she stopped tensing.

Rue whimpered.

"Y-yes. More."

A third finger. Her ass clenched around them—tight, almost painful, but not quite. Rue’s body was adapting, muscles loosening, accepting the intrusion.

Kael curled his fingers.

"AHH—"

"Found something."

"What— what did you—"

He did it again. Pressed against the spot inside her that made her entire body jerk.

"FUCK— do that again—"

He did it again. And again. And again.

Rue was melting. Her hips pushed back against his fingers, trying to take them deeper. Her moans were getting louder, needier. The discomfort had faded entirely, replaced by something hungrier.

"Ready?"

"Yes— please— I need your cock—"

Kael positioned himself. His cockhead pressed against her entrance—thick, hot, slick with the cum still leaking from her pussy. He rubbed it against her hole, coating himself, letting her feel the size of what was about to enter.

"Last chance to back out."

"If you stop now, I’ll kill you."

"Ohh, when did you become so vulgar."

He pushed.

Schluuump.

"NGHHH—"

The head popped past her ring. Rue’s ass clenched so tight it almost pushed him out—but he held, letting her adjust, letting her body accept the intrusion inch by inch.

"Breathe," Kael murmured.

Rue sucked in a ragged breath.

He pushed deeper.

Slowly. So slowly. Every millimeter was a battle between his cock and her body’s resistance. Tight didn’t cover it. Impossible didn’t cover it. Her ass was a vice that squeezed him like it wanted to crush him into nothing.

Halfway in.

Rue was trembling. Her tails had gone rigid—nine golden spears standing straight up, trembling with the effort of not flying apart. Drool pooled on the pillow beneath her face.

"You’re taking it well," Kael said.

"Shut— ah— shut up—"

Three-quarters.

"Almost there."

"I know— I can feel— fuck— I can feel every inch—"

He bottomed out.

His hips pressed against her ass. His entire length buried inside her—balls deep in the tightest hole he’d ever entered. Rue’s walls pulsed around him, clenching and releasing in rhythmic waves.

"Good girl."

Rue whined.

He pulled out. Slowly. Until just the head remained inside.

Then pushed back in.

Pam.

"AHH—"

Again.

Pam.

"Fuck—"

Again.

Pam. Pam. Pam.

Building speed. Finding a rhythm. Rue’s ass loosened with each thrust, adjusting to his size, accepting him more easily with every stroke.

"Harder," she gasped. "Fuck my ass harder—"

Kael obliged.

Pam! Pam! Pam! Pam!

His hips slapped against her ass with every thrust—the sound sharp, obscene, filling the room along with Rue’s moans. Her golden fur rippled with each impact. Her claws shredded the sheets beneath her.

And then Kael reached around.

His fingers found her pussy—still soaked, still dripping, still swollen from the previous rounds. Two fingers slid inside her easily. A third joined them.

Rue’s reaction was immediate.

"AHHHHHH—"

Her head snapped up. Her eyes rolled back. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth.

Ahegao.

The expression hit her like a wave—eyes blank, face slack, tongue hanging, drool running down her chin in thin streams. Her mind had simply stopped. Too much stimulation. Ass full of cock. Pussy full of fingers. Both holes being fucked simultaneously.

Kael watched her face as he pounded her.

Beautiful.

He curled the fingers inside her pussy—finding that spot again—while his cock thrust deep into her ass.

"AHH— I’m— I’m gonna—"

"Cum for me."

"AHHHHHHHH—"

She came.

Both holes spasmed simultaneously. Her ass clenched around his cock so tight he saw stars. Her pussy gushed around his fingers—cum spraying in a fountain that soaked his hand, the sheets, everything. Her entire body convulsed, tails thrashing wildly, knocking the lamp off the bedside table with a crash.

Kael didn’t stop.

He fucked her through the orgasm—fingers pumping, cock thrusting, driving her higher and higher until a second orgasm crashed into the first

Third orgasm.

Rue was beyond words now. Just sounds—high-pitched keening, broken moans, the wet squelch of her pussy being finger-fucked and the slap of his hips against her ass. Her ahegao expression had deepened—eyes completely blank, tongue hanging to her chin, face frozen in an expression of overwhelming pleasure.

Fourth orgasm.

Her cum sprayed so hard it hit the wall.

Kael’s own release was building—the tightness of her ass, the sounds she was making, the visual of this beautiful fox-kin completely destroyed beneath him. His balls tightened. His thrusts grew erratic.

"Where do you want it?"

"Inside— inside my ass— fill me up— please—"

He buried himself to the hilt.

Burst after burst flooding her ass—hot, thick, pouring into her tightest hole until it had nowhere to go. Cum backed up inside her, leaked around his shaft with every pulse, dripped down her thighs in thick white rivers.

Kael collapsed half on top of her, careful not to crush her smaller frame. His cock softened inside her ass—slowly, eventually slipping out with a wet pop. Cum immediately followed, pouring from her gaping hole in a thick stream.

Rue’s face was still pressed into the pillow. Her tails lay limp around her—golden, tangled, utterly spent. Her body twitched with occasional aftershocks.

"Still alive?" Kael murmured.

"No."

"That’s not an answer."

"Then I’m dead. This is the afterlife. The afterlife involves getting fucked silly by arrogant Vorn bastards."

Kael laughed.

He pressed a kiss to her shoulder.

"Rest. I’ll clean up."

"There’s nothing left to clean up. You destroyed the sheets."

"I’ll get new sheets."

"With what?"

"Academy credits."

Rue made a sound that might have been a laugh.

Her eyes were closing. Her breathing was slowing. Within seconds, she was asleep—curled up amidst the wreckage of the bed, tails wrapped around herself like a golden cocoon.

Kael stood.

He looked at the destroyed bed then at the cum covering everything—the sheets, the floor, the wall, himself.

Worth it.

He found a blanket in the closet and draped it over Rue before leaving the room as quietly as he could.

He walked toward his own dormitory, already calculating tomorrow’s schedule.

Rune practice.

Leaderboard challenges.

The endless grind of getting stronger.