Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 130955 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 655(@200wpm)___ 524(@250wpm)___ 437(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130955 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 655(@200wpm)___ 524(@250wpm)___ 437(@300wpm)
Radek gave a fake laugh and gave up on staying at the table. Jinx could smell he was a deviant fox and wanted a piece. “I’ll take a shower, but don’t wait up. Enjoy breakfast!”
He rushed out of the room, feeling like he had a giant ‘S’ for ‘slut’ branded at the back of his head. Emil had to close the door to prevent Jinx from following him.
The shame.
There seemed to be no way around it. He rolled into bed, frantically letting out the stiff monster bothering him. “The fuck is wrong with you?” he asked, but the offending organ said nothing, pointing to the ceiling in suggestion
“Okay, let’s get this over with…”
He grabbed some lube and started jerking off. He’d avoided thinking of Yev when he masturbated, but this time, he didn’t have the strength to deny himself anymore. The hairy chest and dick to end all dicks were his go-to fantasy, and at this point he just wanted the job done.
His arousal spiked even more when he imagined his shoulder stinging from one of those illicit, painful bites Yev claimed him with. He could practically feel the strong, warm body over his, Yev’s tongue soothing the stinging flesh, Yev’s fingers pushing into his hole.
Breathless, he rolled to his knees and buried his face in the pillow. His own digits moved over his hole, sending a jolt deep inside him. He had a dildo in his Cracow apartment, and he’d give a pinkie to have one here, to scratch his itch, but he wasn’t taking any chances with random phallic objects. The last thing he needed was a trip to the ER because he accidentally slipped and fell onto a candle, or whatever else he might have chosen.
That thought somehow morphed into a fantasy of Yev fucking him with a candle. Or making Radek fuck himself with one while he sucked Yev’s dick. Radek had sucked many cocks, but none compared to Yev’s. Thick. Hot. Veiny. Throbbing. Radek could almost taste the pre-cum on his tongue as he twisted in the sheets like a cat in heat.
But no matter how long he masturbated, the pleasure remained at a frustrating plateau, as if something had locked him away from the possibility of orgasming altogether, and once his body ached from the discomfort of the position and his dick felt sore from rubbing, he let out a quiet sob, shaking as the insistent heat passed through his body, offering no comfort.
Deep inside, he knew masturbation wouldn’t be enough because, for whatever reason, his body craved a partner. A carnal connection, rutting, buzzing pheromones.
If he hadn’t been feverish before, he definitely was now.
A knock on the door to his little guest room made him freeze with fingers still at his anus.
“Radek? Are you okay?” Emil asked.
“Yeah, I… I’m just feeling a bit ill. I think I’ll stay home today.”
“But you can talk to me if you need to.”
Radek rubbed his scorching face against the pillow when his body whispered for him to invite Emil in and spread his legs. “Thanks! If you need anything done around house, just tell me okay?”
The chores occupied Radek’s mind to a degree, but the undercurrent of arousal remained present, leaving him in a state of discomfort and even pain, because his balls felt hard and tender. Nothing seemed to work for more than a couple of minutes at a time, and once they’d all finished a light evening meal, Radek’s thighs ached as if something were pinching the underside of his skin. And his ass? It was on fire. Sitting down was enough to awaken his nerve endings in anticipation of intimate touch, which was completely ridiculous and so inappropriate he barely touched his sandwiches.
All day the devil on one of his shoulders kept telling him to call Yev and beg for dick. The angel on the other wasn’t that much better, suggesting a little blow job could be good for his health.
But the truth was that Yev might have known something about Radek’s current situation, about magical matters Radek couldn’t share with Emil. Because maybe this was a fox thing? Maybe he wasn’t ill? Maybe Yev could tell him something useful over the phone? It wasn’t like they absolutely had to meet and risk it turned into something Radek shouldn’t do.
Then it hit him. A fox thing. He’d wanted to let out some of the foxes, and Tomek had said it wasn’t a good time unless Radek wanted more cubs after all. Foxes were in heat only once a year. All of them in the same overall time frame.
Just about now.
Radek flinched when Emil whistled from the other side of the living room, once he said his goodbyes to his man. Adam ventured out every evening to take care of his aunt at night. “Do you want to watch movies with us?” He petted Jinx, who sat on the sofa with him.