Chapter 193: Tied Up Fox (R18)

I pulled back just enough to look at her properly. Paige was still spread out on the dark silk of her kimono, thighs open, pussy shiny and swollen from my mouth and fingers. Her nine white tails lay limp around her in the lunar dust, twitching every few seconds like they were still riding the aftershocks.

Her fox ears were tilted back, soft fur slightly mussed from my hands. She looked completely wrecked already and we hadn’t even started the main event.

I stood and rolled my shoulders. A thin thread of Origin mana slipped from my fingertips, invisible to anyone but us, and curled around both of her wrists.

Paige’s eyes widened the second she felt the cool, firm pressure. The mana constricted gently but inexorably, lifting her arms above her head and locking them together. Another thread formed at her elbows, pulling them just tight enough that she couldn’t lower her arms or shift her weight easily.

"On your knees," I ordered, voice low. "Ass up. Face down."

Paige scrambled to obey, mischievous little smile already curling at the corners of her mouth even as her cheeks burned. The mana bonds kept her wrists suspended in the air above her, forcing her upper body forward until her cheek pressed against the soft fabric of the kimono. Her back arched automatically, presenting the full curve of her ass and the glistening pink of her pussy.

All nine tails lifted and spread wide of their own accord, giving me an unobstructed view.

I took my time.

I walked a slow circle around her, drinking in every detail. The way the low gravity made her heavy breasts hang and sway slightly with every breath. The soft jiggle of her ass when she shifted her knees. The way her soaked folds clenched around nothing, a thin string of slick already connecting her to the silk beneath her. Her tails kept twitching, the longest ones curling back toward me as if begging for attention.

"Look at you," I murmured, crouching behind her. One hand stroked the base of a thick white tail, the other traced the wet seam of her pussy without dipping inside. "Completely helpless. Bound by nothing but my will. And still dripping for it."

Paige whimpered, the sound half needy and half delighted. "Daddy... you’re staring so hard. Are you going to just look, or are you going to fuck your good girl?"

I gave her ass a sharp slap. The soft flesh bounced under my palm. She moaned, tails thrashing once in pure excitement.

"Mischievous little thing," I said, but there was heat in my voice. I reached into my spatial storage and pulled out a small, floating recording orb, one of Paige’s own toys she’d once joked about using for "research." I activated it with a thought. The orb drifted up and hovered a few meters away, red light blinking as it began capturing everything from multiple angles.

"You’re going to watch this later," I told her. "Every second of your Daddy using you on the moon."

Paige’s ears flicked hard. A full-body shiver ran through her. "Yes, Daddy... please record it. I want to rewatch you wrecking me every night."

I positioned myself behind her. My cock was still rock-hard from earlier, the head already leaking. I rubbed it slowly up and down her soaked folds, coating myself in her slick. Paige pushed back as much as the bonds allowed, trying to catch the tip.

"Stay still."

She froze, trembling with effort. I lined up and pushed in.

The first inch sank into her with almost no resistance, she was that wet, but the rest of me forced a long, broken moan out of her throat. I kept going until my hips were flush against her ass, buried to the hilt.

Paige’s walls fluttered wildly around me, tight and scorching hot. Her tails immediately came alive, several of them curling between my legs to stroke and wrap around my balls, soft fur sliding over the sensitive skin in perfect, teasing rhythm.

"Fuck—" I exhaled hard. "Those tails of yours..."

"They like you, Daddy," she panted, voice already shaky with pleasure. "They want to make you feel good while you use me..."

I gripped her hips and started thrusting.

Long, deep strokes at first. Every time I bottomed out, her tails squeezed my balls just a little tighter. The wet sound of our bodies meeting echoed inside the barrier. Paige’s arms stayed locked above her head by the invisible mana, shoulders straining, back arched perfectly. She couldn’t do anything but take it and she was loving every second.

I leaned forward, still buried deep, and bit the tip of one soft fox ear.

Paige screamed.

It wasn’t pain. It was pure, electric pleasure. Her pussy clenched so hard around me I saw stars for a second. I bit again, harder, then licked the sensitive fur while I kept pounding into her. Her mischievous side flared even through the submission, she started deliberately squeezing her walls in time with my thrusts, and her tails grew bolder, one wrapping around the base of my cock so that every stroke dragged soft fur against me.

"You’re such a greedy little slut," I growled against her ear, biting the base this time. "Tied up, filmed, and still trying to milk me with those fucking tails."

"Yes—ah—yes, Daddy!" she moaned, voice high and shameless. "I’m your greedy slut. Your bound little fox. Use me harder—please—I can take it—"

I straightened and really started fucking her.

Harder. Deeper. The wet slap of my hips against her ass filled the quiet lunar night. Paige’s heavy breasts swung with every thrust. Her tails never stopped working me, stroking, squeezing, teasing the underside of my cock whenever I pulled back. I reached around and found her clit with two fingers, rubbing tight circles while I kept the brutal rhythm.

She came hard within a minute.

Her whole body locked up. A raw, desperate cry tore out of her as her pussy spasmed around my cock in powerful waves. Slick gushed around me, soaking my thighs. I didn’t stop. I fucked her straight through the orgasm, teeth gritted against how tightly she was clenching, while the recording orb floated nearby capturing every second, the way her bound wrists strained, the way her tails thrashed, the broken sounds she made.

When the first climax finally released her, she was panting and laughing softly between gasps.

"Daddy... you’re so mean... not even letting me rest..."

"You said I could do whatever I wanted." I slapped her ass again, harder this time, and watched the pink bloom across the soft flesh. "And what I want is to feel this pussy keep coming on my cock."

I adjusted my angle and drove into her even deeper. Paige’s laugh turned into a long, filthy moan. Her mischievous streak was still fully online, she started rolling her hips back to meet every thrust, using what little leverage she had, and her tails grew downright filthy, one slipping further back to press against the sensitive spot behind my balls while others stroked the shaft on every withdrawal.

I leaned over her again, chest to her back, and sank my teeth into the soft base of her other ear. At the same time I reached up and tangled one hand in the mana bonds, using them to pull her arms just a little higher, forcing her back into an even deeper arch.

Paige lost it.

She came again with a shattered cry, walls fluttering and squeezing, tails thrashing so hard several of them wrapped around my waist and pulled me even deeper. I kept fucking her through it, biting and licking her ears, murmuring filthy praise against the soft fur.

"That’s it. Come for Daddy while he films you. Show the camera how much you love being used."

"I do—ah—fuck—I love it—Daddy’s cock feels so good—I’m your toy—your bound little fox—ah—"

I straightened again, both hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise, and pounded into her with single-minded intensity. The wet, filthy sounds of our fucking filled the barrier.

Paige’s moans had gone completely incoherent, half sobs, half laughter, pure overwhelmed pleasure. Her tails never stopped stimulating me, soft fur sliding over my balls and the base of my cock with every thrust.

I could feel myself getting close. The tight heat of her, the constant teasing of her tails, the sight of her completely helpless and loving every second of it—it was too much.

I leaned forward one last time, bit down on the sensitive tip of her ear, and growled against the soft fur:

"Come with me."

Paige shattered.

Her scream was raw and broken. Her pussy clamped down in rhythmic, milking pulses. All nine tails locked around me, holding me deep as I finally let go. I buried myself to the hilt and came hard, pulsing thick ropes deep inside her while the recording orb captured everything, the way her body shook, the way her bound arms strained, the blissed-out, tear-streaked expression on her face as she took every drop.

We stayed locked together for a long moment, both breathing hard. The lunar silence settled around us again, broken only by the soft, wet sounds of my cock still twitching inside her and the occasional soft whimper from Paige as aftershocks rolled through her.

I released the mana bonds. Her arms dropped forward, limp. I carefully pulled out, watching my release slowly leak from her well-used pussy. Paige made a soft, satisfied sound and collapsed onto her side, tails curling weakly around herself.

I dismissed the recording orb with a thought, it would save the footage to our private system archive, and lay down beside her, pulling her into my arms. She immediately buried her face against my chest, still trembling, still smiling.

"Daddy..." she whispered, voice hoarse and utterly content. "That was... peak. Absolute peak. I’m going to rewatch that recording so many times..."