Chapter 334: The Fox's Demand
Malik's heart hammered against his ribs, his pulse thundering in his ears. Inariko's teasing was no longer just that—it was a promise, a challenge, and he knew himself well enough to recognize the inevitability of what was to come.
Her weight settled more firmly on him, her thighs bracketing his hips as she pressed herself against him. The heat between her legs was undeniable, her arousal a living thing that seared into his skin.
She made no move to hurry, no effort to conceal her intent as she dragged her fingertips down his chest, her nails leaving faint red trails in their wake. "You know what I want," she murmured, guiding one of his hands to the inside of her thigh. "And you want it too. Don't you, Malik?" His throat was dry, his words hoarse. "You're not making it easy for me to say no." She laughed, a sound rich with satisfaction.
Malik's breath hitched as Inariko finally pulled back, her golden-violet eyes burning with a mix of mischief and raw hunger. She shifted her weight, rising gracefully from his lap before settling back onto the pile of silken pillows, her body sprawling with deliberate, feline elegance.
The temple fire lanterns cast flickering shadows across her skin, highlighting the curves of her waist, the dip of her hips, and the way her robes clung to her like a second skin—loose enough to tease, tight enough to tantalize.
With slow, deliberate movements, she spread her legs, the fabric of her gown riding up just enough to reveal the thick, lush, dense bush of Silvery-white curls between her thighs.
The sight was intoxicating—wild, untamed, a stark contrast to the smooth silk of her robes.
The hair was rich and full, a natural tangle that framed her with an almost regal defiance, the kind of raw femininity that made Malik's fingers twitch with the need to touch.
The gown's fabric clung to her, outlining the shape of her folds beneath, the dampness already visible as the material clung to her heat.
Inariko arched her back slightly, her smaller but perfectly shaped breasts pressing against the thin silk, her nipples hard and visible through the fabric. Her lips curled into a smirk as she watched Malik's gaze lock onto the sight of her, his breath coming faster, his body tensing with restraint.
"Well?" she purred, her voice dripping with command. One hand trailed down her stomach, fingers brushing through the dense white curls before she pointed between her legs, her expression a mix of challenge and invitation. "Worship me, Malik."
The words sent a jolt through him, his cock already straining against his pants. He could feel the weight of her expectation, the unspoken demand that he surrender to this moment—to her. The air between them crackled with tension, the scent of her arousal thick and intoxicating, filling his senses until it was all he could focus on.
Her thighs trembled slightly, not from nerves, but from anticipation, her body already aching for his touch.
The way her gown draped over her, clinging to the curves of her hips and the swell of her mound, only made the sight more maddening. He could see the glisten of her wetness where the fabric stuck to her, the proof of how much she wanted this—wanted him.
Malik's hands hovered over her, his fingers trembling not from hesitation, but from the sheer force of his desire. He knew what she was offering wasn't just pleasure—it was power. The power to bring a goddess to her knees, to make her gasp and writhe beneath his touch. And he wanted it. Wanted to bury his face between her thighs, to taste her, to feel her shudder beneath his lips and tongue.
But Inariko wasn't done.
She reached down, gripping the hem of her gown, and tugged it up just a little higher, giving him an even better view of the dense, shimmering cream white bush that marked her as his. "Don't make me wait," she whispered, her voice a low, throaty growl. "Show me how much you've really thought about this."
Her free hand slid up to tangle in his hair, pulling just enough to make him groan. "Or do I need to remind you who's in charge here?"
Malik's control snapped.
He moved forward, his body acting on instinct, his mouth watering as he leaned in, his breath hot against the damp silk still clinging to her. The first press of his lips against her through the fabric sent a shudder through her, her hips lifting slightly, silently begging for more.
"Good boy," she murmured, her voice thick with satisfaction as she felt his warm breath against her most sensitive flesh. "Now earn it."
Malik's mouth moved hungrily against the damp silk, his tongue pressing through the fabric to taste the slick heat beneath.
Inariko's hips rolled in small, deliberate motions, grinding herself against his mouth as she reveled in the feel of his lips on her most intimate places.
Her fingers tightened in his hair, guiding him deeper, urging him on with gentle but insistent tugs. "Good, Malik," she breathed, her chest rising and falling rapidly as her arousal intensified. "That's it... just like that." She spread her legs wider, the gown riding up further to expose the full, glistening expanse of her sex. The thick curls of her bush were damp with her arousal, and the swollen pink folds of her pussy glistened in the firelight. She pushed the fabric of her gown aside, fully exposing herself to his gaze. "Look at you," she purred, her voice dripping with desire.
Malik's gaze fixed on the pale silver-blonde hairs that framed her sex, his breath catching as he took in the full view of her exposed pussy. The outer lips were long and prominent, dangling slightly from her body in a way that was both alluring and tantalizing. As Inariko shifted, the loose skin of her outer labia fluttered, revealing glimpses of the inner folds beneath.
The thickness of the hair surrounding her sex contrasted beautifully with the smooth, glistening flesh of her innermost areas. Inariko's fingers tightened in Malik's hair, guiding his face closer to her exposed sex. "Look closely, Malik," she murmured, her voice thick with arousal. "This is what you've been working so hard for. Every moment of training, every challenge you've faced - it's all led to this."
She spread her legs wider, allowing him an even better view of her dripping sex.
Malik's gaze locks onto the pale silver-blonde curls framing Inariko's exposed pussy, his body tensing with intense need.
He couldn't wait any longer, his mouth watering as he moved in, his tongue flicking out to taste her for the first time.
The salty-sweet flavor of her arousal floods his senses, sending a jolt of pleasure through his own body.
He presses his face against her, his lips and tongue working with practiced precision.
His tongue sweeps across her swollen clit, circling it with firm, steady strokes.
He pulls her long, dangling outer lips into his mouth, sucking gently as he explores the intricate folds of her pussy with his tongue.
Malik's technique is, as always, flawless, his mouth moving in perfect rhythm as he pleasures her.
He alternates between long, sweeping licks of her entire pussy and focused attention on her most sensitive areas.
Inariko's breath catches in her throat as Malik's skilled tongue dances across her sensitive flesh.
Her hips buck involuntarily, pushing herself harder against his mouth. "Oh gods, Malik," she gasps, her fingers tightening in his hair as she grinds herself against his face. "You're so good at this." Her muscles clench and unclench, her arousal intensifying under his expert touch.
The wet sounds of his tongue lapping at her juices fill the air, mingling with her moans of pleasure. Inariko's entire body trembles as Malik's mouth works its magic, sending waves of ecstasy coursing through her. Her thighs quiver, threatening to give out as her orgasm builds.
Malik's mouth was filled with her spicy juices, and his face was constantly splashed and gushed on by her excitement. Malik knew he was good with his mouth, very good, but this foxxy goddess was wet, very wet!
Inariko's body arches as the first tremors of her approaching orgasm course through her. Her thighs clamp tightly around Malik's head, holding him in place as he continues his relentless assault on her pussy. The sounds of her pleasure echo through the room, mingling with the wet noises of his mouth against her slick flesh. "Malik... I'm... I'm coming!" she cries out, her words broken and breathless. Her hips buck wildly, grinding herself against his face as her orgasm crashes over her. A gush of hot, salty fluid floods his mouth, threatening to choke him (if he needed air to breathe), as he drinks deeply of her release. Inariko's body convulses, her muscles spasming as intense pleasure overwhelms her. She pulls Malik's hair tightly, her entire body rigid as the orgasm peaks.
Slowly, she relaxes, her muscles unclenching as the aftershocks subside.
Malik slowly pulls his head between her smooth and strong thighs, "Was that good?" Malik asked, his hand running up and down one of her legs.
Inariko's chest heaves as she struggles to catch her breath, her body still quivering from the intensity of her orgasm. She gazes down at Malik, a look of pure ecstasy and admiration on her face. "Oh, Malik," she breathes, her words husky and laced with desire. "That was incredible. You're truly a master at this."
She reaches down, her fingers tracing the contours of his face, still glistening with her juices. "You didn't just eat me out, you devoured me like a starving man. I've never felt anything like that before."
Her hips roll slightly, her sensitive pussy still tingling from the pleasure. "Tell me, do you always take such good care of your women?"
"Yes, I do, I love everyone who gives me their love in return. If I can only give them good food and pleasure in return, then I will do so with all my heart and soul."
Inariko's eyes glitter with arousal and approval at Malik's words. She gently pulls him up, guiding his face close to hers so she can taste herself on his lips. Her tongue traces the outline of his mouth, savoring the mingled flavors of her arousal and his own skin. "You truly are a giving lover, aren't you?" she purrs, her hips rolling slowly against his body.
"Such a shame you haven't had the chance to experience everything I have to offer." Her hand slides down his chest, over his stomach, and comes to rest on the bulge in his pants. "Perhaps it's time I showed you just how good I can make you feel." She applies gentle pressure, her fingers teasing the outline of his cock through the fabric. "After all, a master like you deserves to be worshipped as well, don't you think?"
Inariko's eyes sparkle with amusement and desire as Malik's gaze settles on her covered chest. She slowly rises to a sitting position, her movements fluid and graceful.
With deliberate slowness, she reaches for the clasps of her ivory silk robes, her fingers dancing along the edge of the fabric. "Are you sure you want to see these first?" she teases, her voice husky and playful. "I was so looking forward to worshiping you properly."
Her hands pause, teasingly hovering over the fastenings. "But if it's what you desire," she purrs, slowly beginning to undo the clasps one by one. The silk parts, revealing more of her pale skin.
As the fabric falls away, Malik catches glimpses of the swell of her breasts, still mostly hidden by the draped fabric. Inariko's hands move to the final clasp, her fingers tracing the outline of her own skin. "Tell me, Malik."
"I tell you whatever you want, just keep teasing me like this," He answered before she could finish, "Now, how about I get to see your charming breasts first, I've been curious about seeing your body for far too long."
Inariko's lips curve into a sultry smile, her violet-gold eyes locked onto his with a mix of playful challenge and burning desire.
She doesn't speak, instead letting her hands do the talking as she slowly pulls the fabric of her robe aside, fully exposing her breasts to Malik's hungry gaze. They're perfect - not overly large, but beautifully shaped with pale red, almost purple nipples that tighten under his intense stare. The pale skin of her chest contrasts beautifully with the golden silk still draped over her shoulders, creating a tantalizing display of curves and color.
Inariko arches her back slightly, pushing her breasts forward as if offering them to him. "Well, Malik?" she purrs, her voice a low, husky whisper. "Do they live up to your curiosity?" Her fingers trace the edge of her breasts, teasing the soft mounds of flesh as she watches his reaction. "I hope you're satisfied, or perhaps you'd like a closer look?"
Malik moves closer, his hands finding her breasts, and hers moving to his pants, her nails outlining his hardness through the tightening fabric.
Malik's hands envelop Inariko's breasts, his fingers tracing the contours of her soft, pale flesh. His thumbs brush over her hardening nipples, eliciting a soft gasp of pleasure from her. Inariko's breath hitches as she feels his touch, her own hands becoming more insistent on the bulge in his pants.
She unbuttons his pants with practiced ease, her nails scraping lightly against his hardening cock through the fabric. "Mmm, I do believe I'd like that closer look now," Inariko purrs, her free hand guiding his head down towards her chest.
Her skin burns hot against his lips as he takes one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking gently.
She arches her back, pressing her breast further into his face as her other hand finally slips into his pants, wrapping around his thick, throbbing member. "Oh, Malik," she breathes, her hips rolling slightly as she starts to stroke him slowly.
Malik releases her hard, pale nipple from his mouth and smiles up at her, "How angry would I make a Goddess like yourself, if I stopped here and made my way home?"
Inariko's grip on Malik's cock tightens slightly, her thumb brushing over the sensitive tip as she gazes down at him with a mix of amusement and intense desire. "Angry?" she purrs, her husky voice thick with arousal. "Oh, Malik, I think you'll find that a goddess like myself gets very, very angry when she's left unsatisfied."
Her hips roll again, her silver-blonde pussy glistening with arousal as it brushes against his thigh. "But then again, perhaps you'd like to see just how passionate a goddess's anger can be."
She releases his cock, her hand trailing up his chest to grip his hair, pulling his head back so she can look him in the eyes. "Are you sure you want to leave now, Malik?" Her free hand slides down her own body, fingers teasing her clit as she watches his reaction.
Malik watched her as she bit her lip, her smell thick and the heat from her body melting his brain, "As I told you before earler, I promised people I cared about that I wouldn't spend to much 'time' down here . . ., "Malik was cut off as he felt both Inariko's legs lock his back, pushing him deeper between her legs, the only barrier between his raging hard thick cock and her hot entrence was his pants, slowly getting more wet from her hot liuqed, but then Malik countiued to speak his speech stutering only once, "You wouldn't, want to make me a liar now, would you Inariko?"
Inariko's violet-gold eyes flash with amusement and intense desire at Malik's words. She tightens her grip on his hair, her nails digging into his scalp as she pulls him closer, her face mere inches from his. "Oh, Malik," she purrs, her hot breath caressing his skin. "You know me so well already."
Her legs, still locked around his back, squeeze him tighter, pressing her wet heat against his clothed cock.
She rolls her hips, grinding against him teasingly. "But I have to say, the thought of you being a liar to those you care about." Her free hand trails down his chest, her nails lightly scratching his skin. "It's quite enticing." Inariko's hand slips back into his pants, her fingers wrapping around his throbbing member once more. She strokes him slowly, her thumb circling the sensitive tip. "Perhaps we could come to an arrangement?"
Malik's deep, molten eyes, glowing hot pink and rimmed with threads of gold, locked onto Inariko's violet-gold gaze with unflinching intensity.
The air between them felt alive, thick with heat and tension, as if even the foxfire around them had paused to watch.
His voice dropped low, velvet-smooth and edged with fire, carrying both warning and desire as his lips curled into a knowing smile. "You…" he breathed, leaning just close enough for her to feel the warmth of his words ghosting over her skin, "…are a very bad fox." The way he said it wasn't scolding—it was hungry, reverent, and dangerous all at once.
Inariko's breath hitches at his words, her body shivering despite the intense heat between them. Her grip on his hair loosens just slightly, her fingers tracing the curve of his ear as she regards him with a predatory smile. "Bad?" she echoes, the word dripping with sinful sweetness. "Oh, Malik. I think you'll find that foxes, both good and bad, have a tendency to be very, very thorough." Her hips roll again, the wet heat of her arousal soaking through his pants, her own skin damp with sweat as she grinds against him.
Her free hand trails down his chest, nails raking lightly over his nipples, before she suddenly yanks his head back, exposing the column of his throat to her hungry gaze. "Tell me, Malik," she purrs, her breath hot and teasing against his pulse point.
"Have you ever wondered what it's like to be at the mercy of a goddess?" Inariko's tongue darts out, tracing a wet line along the strong curve of Malik's neck. Her teeth graze his skin, not quite biting down but applying just enough pressure to promise what's to come. "To be completely consumed by her passion?" Inariko's hips roll again, grinding her slick heat against Malik's trapped cock.
The fabric of his pants is now soaked through, clinging to his thick shaft as her wet arousal seeps through. "Or perhaps," she continues, her violet-gold eyes fixed on Malik's, watching as his eyes darken with need, "you'd prefer to be the one in control?" Her hand tightens around his cock, stroking him with a firmer grip now. Inariko's other hand releases his hair, trailing down his back to grip his ass, pulling him flush against her body. "Either way, Malik."
She whispers the words against his skin, her breath hot and intoxicating, "I think we both know that by the time the night is over, you'll be addicted to worshipping every inch of me." Her hips roll again, the slick heat between her legs leaving a wet trail against his pants as she grinds down, her body quivering with need.
Inariko's nails dig into the flesh of his ass, pulling him harder against her, her other hand stroking his cock in slow, torturous motions. "You want to control me, don't you, Malik?" she purrs, her words laced with dark amusement. "You want to make me beg, to make me beg for your cock, for your touch, for the pleasure only you can give me?" Her tongue flicks out, tracing the curve of his collarbone as she watches him through half-lidded eyes. "But tell me, Malik."
At this point, Malik's mind was only a white heat and done with questions; his pants vanished in pink smoke, his hands removed her legs from her back and pushed them behind her head, and he very slowly pushed his thick black cock inside her pussy.
Malik's thick cock sinks into Inariko's dripping pussy, inch by agonizing inch. Her breath hitches, her nails raking down his back as he fills her completely. Her legs are still wrapped around his head, forcing her to arch her back in a way that exposes her breasts, her nipples hardening in the heat of the room. "Fuck, Malik," she gasps, her voice a ragged whisper of pure need. "You're so... so fucking big." Her hips roll, trying to pull him deeper, but he holds himself still, savoring the tight heat of her cunt. Inariko's face flushes with pleasure, her mouth forming a perfect O as she pants. "Please," she whimpers, her usual confidence giving way to desperate desire. "Please, Malik, fuck me. Make me your goddamn toy."
Malik's eyes blared with a lust-filled fire of Gold and Pink. His hips thrusting into her with Hard, Powerful, and Deep thrusts, he wanted to feel every inch of her pussy. Inariko's pussy was his now, and he had to make sure that she and it knew that.
Malik's thick cock pounds into Inariko with relentless force, each thrust driving her up the makeshift bed of pillows as she clings to him with desperate urgency. Her legs, still wrapped around his head, force her body into an arch that leaves her completely open and vulnerable to his assault. The slick sounds of their coupling fill the air, mingling with Inariko's breathless gasps and moans of ecstasy. "Fuck, Malik," she pants, her nails digging into his shoulders hard enough to draw blood. "You're going to ruin me. You're going to break me and remake me as your fucking toy."
Her words are slurred with pleasure, her usual poise crumbling under the intensity of his thrusts. She can feel every ridge and vein of his massive cock stretching her to her limits, her pussy clenching around him in desperate, rhythmic pulses.
Malik's relentless pace continues, his powerful thrusts driving Inariko deeper into the pillows with every movement. Her body trembles violently, her pussy fluttering around his cock as he pounds into her with the force of a man possessed.
The room fills with the lewd slap of flesh meeting flesh, the air thick with the musk of their arousal and the sweet scent of her foxfire's glow. "Oh god, Malik," Inariko gasps, her words choked by the intensity of her pleasure. "You're fucking wrecking me. I'm... I'm going to come. Please, let me come. Let me come all over your cock." Her hips buck wildly, trying to match his rhythm as her body teeters on the edge of ecstasy. Her breasts bounce with the force of his thrusts, sweat glistening on her pale silver-blonde pubic hair as she struggles to hold on to her last shreds of control.
Malik moves to an angle, making sure that when he comes inside her, he will cover her deepest places with his essence and hot seed.
Malik's angle shifts, his thick cock pressing against Inariko's most sensitive spots as he thrusts with calculated precision. Her body tenses, her pussy clenching rhythmically around him as he buries himself to the hilt. "That's it, baby," she whimpers, her words a husky whisper. "Fill me up. Make me yours." Her legs, still wrapped around his head, tremble as she struggles to maintain the position.
Her back arches, her breasts thrust forward as her body surrenders to the overwhelming pleasure. Malik's cock swells inside her, stretching her pussy to its limits. His thrusts become shorter but more intense, his balls slapping against her ass with wet smacks. "Inariko," he growls, his voice thick with lust. "You're mine. All mine." Her pussy spasms around him, her orgasm crashing over her with violent intensity. "Malik!"
He makes sure to follow her with his own intense orgasm, cumming so hard and in a tremendous amount that it's almost painful for him as he explodes inside her.
The thick ropes of his seed flood Inariko's pussy, filling her to overflowing as she writhes in ecstasy. Her body trembles with aftershocks, her muscles spasming as his cock throbs inside her, releasing more of his essence. The air is heavy with the smell of sex and satisfaction. Inariko's legs finally loosen their grip on her head, sliding down to wrap around his waist as she clings to him, panting heavily. Her silver-blonde hair is disheveled, her face flushed with exertion and pleasure. Malik, still buried deep inside her, caresses her sides gently, his own breathing ragged. He presses his forehead against hers, a contented smile playing on his lips. "Are you alright?" he asks softly, his words laced with concern and affection. Inariko's eyes flutter open, meeting his gaze with a mix of satisfaction and vulnerability. "I'm more than alright, my first time was better than I could ever imagine."
Malik's eyes fully snap open with concern and guilt, "You were a virgin! Why didn't you tell me? I would have made this a lot more gentle, and less..."
Malik trails off, his words caught in his throat as he looks down at Inariko. Her face is a picture of post-coital bliss, her pale silver-blonde hair splayed across the pillows, her body still quivering with aftershocks. She reaches up, her slender fingers tracing the curve of his jaw, a small, satisfied smile playing on her kiss-swollen lips. "Gentle?" she murmurs, her voice husky with spent desire. "Malik, you gave me exactly what I wanted. What I needed." Her legs tighten around his waist, pulling him closer, ensuring that every inch of his softening cock remains buried inside her. "I wanted to be claimed. To be worshipped. To be broken down and built back up as your toy, your plaything." Her fingers trail down his chest, her nails scraping lightly over his skin. "And you did that so beautifully, so perfectly."
Malik leaned down, his lips brushing against hers in a slow, deliberate kiss that lingered just long enough to make the air between them ache. When he pulled back, his forehead rested gently against hers, his breath warm, his golden-pink eyes holding her violet-gold ones without wavering. "Inariko," he whispered, voice deep and steady, carrying weight that cut through the fire between them, "you are not my toy." His thumb traced along her jaw, tender yet possessive, grounding her in the truth of his words. "Yes… things can, will, and do get very spicy between us." His mouth curved into a half-smile, soft but undeniably heated. "But you need to know—always—that you will never be just that to me." He paused, brushing a kiss to the corner of her lips before continuing, his tone lower, richer, like an oath spoken into her very soul. "My love is greater than my lust. It always has been, and it always will be. If you truly love me—then don't ever call yourself my toy again. Love… what we share… is far more than that."
Malik's gaze softens as he looks down at Inariko, his face a picture of devotion and longing. His hand cups her cheek, thumb gently stroking her skin as he holds her close. Inariko's breath catches in her throat, her heart swelling with emotions she can scarcely name. The words Malik has spoken, so earnest and sincere, have struck a chord deep within her. "You really mean that, don't you?" she whispers, her violet-gold eyes searching his face as if looking for any sign of deception. Finding none, she feels something inside her shift, a weight she hadn't realized she was carrying lifting from her shoulders. Her legs tighten around his waist, not in the desperate, hungry way of before, but in a gesture of comfort and connection. "I love you, Malik," she says, the words spilling from her in a soft murmur, thick with emotion. "I know I already told you before, but I think I have for a while now. I just..."
Her words stopped as she felt him growing hard inside her.
"While what he did was amazing, let me show you how I make love to those I love and cherish," he finished talking as he started to move inside her and then leaned down to kiss her.
Her words stopped as she felt him growing hard inside her.
His thick cock, already hard again, glides in and out of her wet pussy with a slow, deliberate rhythm. The earlier frantic pace is gone, replaced by a sensual, loving tempo that allows them both to savor every moment of their connection. Inariko moans softly into the kiss, her body arching up to meet his gentle thrusts. Her nails trail down his back, leaving faint red lines that speak to the intensity of their passion. She wraps her legs tighter around his waist, pulling him deeper into her with every movement. The earlier hunger gives way to something deeper, more profound - a love that transcends mere physical pleasure. Malik breaks the kiss, his lips trailing down to her neck, placing soft, worshipful kisses along her sensitive skin. "You feel so good."
Malik's lips move against Inariko's in a tender, passionate kiss as he begins to move inside her.