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

She stepped closer, rose onto her toes, and kissed him.

Rylan responded at once. His mouth opened under hers, one hand rising to the back of her neck as he kissed her back with equal hunger. The heat under Anaria’s skin flared hotter at the contact. For a few moments she sank into it, letting the kiss deepen, her body pressing against his bare chest.

Then something inside her shifted.

The restless fire that had burned all day suddenly sharpened. Anaria broke the kiss with a soft, shaky breath and pulled back. Her eyes were darker than usual, the careful part of her mind already slipping under the weight of the heat. She was no longer fully herself only need and instinct remained.

Rylan sat on the edge of the bed, watching her. Anaria carefully lowered herself in front of him, one hand bracing on his thigh while the other supported the curve of her stomach. She balanced with slow, deliberate care until she knelt between his legs.

She looked up at him.

"Be a good boy," she said, voice low and rough.

Rylan’s throat moved as he swallowed, but he stayed still.

Anaria reached for the knot of his loincloth and untied it with steady fingers. The soft hide fell open. His cock rested against his thigh, still only half-hard. She wrapped her hand around it and began to stroke him in slow, firm pulls. The skin was warm under her palm. She watched it begin to thicken as she worked him, her own breathing growing heavier.

She leaned in, spat once onto the head, and took him into her mouth.

Rylan’s low moan filled the quiet room the moment her lips closed around him. Anaria ignored it. She sank down further, taking more of him, then pulled back and sank down again. Her tongue pressed against the underside as she sucked, cheeks hollowed, one hand still stroking what her mouth could not reach. The heat in her blood pushed her harder. She wanted him fully hard. She wanted the thick weight of him on her tongue.

Rylan’s hands stayed clenched at his sides. He did not touch her hair or guide her. He simply let her continue, head tipped back, another rough sound leaving his throat every time she took him deeper.

Anaria kept going. She sucked him with focused, hungry rhythm, saliva making the slide wetter. His cock swelled fully hard inside her mouth, the thick vein along the side pulsing against her tongue. She moaned around him at the feeling, the vibration drawing another deeper sound from Rylan.

She did not stop.

She worked him faster, lips tight, hand stroking in time with her mouth. Rylan’s breathing turned ragged. His thighs tensed under her free hand. She could feel him getting closer the subtle throb, the way his hips threatened to lift. She kept sucking, chasing that moment, the heat in her own body rising higher with every moan he gave her.

Rylan’s control finally broke.

He reached down, carefully cupped her face, and eased her off him just before he finished. His cock left her mouth with a wet sound, flushed and glistening. Anaria looked up at him, lips parted, breathing hard, the heat still burning under her skin.

"Don’t stress yourself," Rylan said, voice rough. "Or the baby."

Before she could protest, he bent and lifted her with careful strength. One arm supported her back, the other braced under her thighs, mindful of her stomach. He carried her the short distance and laid her gently on the furs.

Then he kissed her deep and slow this time.

When he pulled back, his eyes were dark.

"Allow me."

Anaria nodded once.

Rylan lowered his head to her breasts. He was careful of the swell of her stomach, bracing his weight on one forearm as he took the first nipple into his mouth. The moment his tongue dragged over the sensitive peak, Anaria’s back arched and a loud moan tore from her throat. Her hands flew to his head, fingers sliding into his hair, holding him there so he could not pull away.

He took the signal and stayed.

Rylan sucked harder, tongue circling, teeth grazing just enough to make her moan louder. He switched to the other breast, giving it the same hungry attention while Anaria’s fingers tightened in his hair. Every pull of his mouth sent sparks straight down between her legs. The heat that had been simmering now burned hotter.

While his mouth stayed busy on her breasts, one of his hands slid down her body. He avoided pressing on her stomach, trailing lower until his fingers found the soft, soaked folds between her thighs. Hot cream coated his fingertips the moment he touched her. Anaria moaned sharply at the contact.

Rylan pushed two fingers inside her without hesitation.

The stretch dragged another loud, broken moan from her. He stroked her in firm, steady thrusts of his fingers, curling them just enough to make her hips jerk. At the same time he kept sucking her breasts, tongue and lips relentless. The dual sensation overwhelmed her. Anaria’s head tipped back against the furs. Loud, unrestrained moans spilled from her mouth as he worked her with both mouth and hand.

The heat inside her coiled tighter and tighter. Her thighs trembled. Cream slicked his fingers with every stroke. She could feel herself getting closer, the need rising so sharp it almost hurt.

"Rylan" Her voice cracked into a near-scream. "Rylan, go inside meplease"

He lifted his head from her breast at last. His mouth was wet, his eyes dark with hunger as he looked up at her. A small, knowing smile curved his lips. He leaned up and kissed her once, deep and claiming, while his fingers slowly withdrew from her body.

Anaria felt the loss immediately. She moaned in protest against his mouth.

When Rylan pulled back, he shifted between her legs. His cock fully hard, thick, and glistening hung heavy between them, the flushed head already brushing the soaked entrance of her pussy.

He held himself there, waiting, the heat of him so close she could feel it.

Anaria’s breath came in short, desperate pants. Her hands gripped the furs beneath her. The restless fire under her skin demanded only one thing now.

She needed him inside.