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Fortunately, you don’t need to worry about undressing in turn. Your fur keeps you modest when you need it, but doesn’t get in the way when you don’t.

Reaching down, you pull the supine vampire into your arms, Harthon promptly wrapping his arms around you for support. You carry the fox to the most comfortable spot you can see and then settle down, draping him across your lap.

Lord Harthon goes along without protest, all he does is pant and grind against your enormous, sheathed canid dick. “P-please...”

Hush, now; you’ll give him what he needs. Your hands close on the vulpine’s perky rear, groping the luscious buttocks as you manhandle him into position.

Lost in his lust, the fox can’t even look disgruntled as your tapered tip slides along his taint to press itself against his virgin hole. Indeed, he actually seems to get even harder at his imminent buggering, pre-cum dripping onto your belly as his cock throbs in anticipation.

There’s no need to delay; he’s clearly more than ready for this, and so you slowly lower the fox onto your enormous, knotted cock.

The vampiric fox moans in abandon, pushing against you to take in more and more of you. Even though you meet some resistance from his backdoor, the entry is still easy.

Pleasantly surprised at this turn of events, you still don’t let it go to your head. You’re going to thoroughly enjoy spearing this former ‘master of the night’ up his asshole, but there’s no need to be a monster about it.

With this thought in mind, you keep your pace as slow and gentle as the two of you can tolerate. You continue, coaxing inch after inch inside until his plush butt is nestling gently in your lap, your cock buried to the very hilt.

As you penetrate the vampire’s tender backdoor, something weird happens. For a moment, your vision goes dark and you feel something flow over your body. Initially, you feel dizzy, but right afterward you feel a new surge of energy. It’s as if a new kind of power has taken hold of you, and becomes a part of you. Experimentally, you try focusing it on the fox currently riding your enormous, knotted dick.

He locks up, as if his mind had gone blank for an instant, and you feel something change between the two of you. Terraphilius… no… Terry has changed, becoming malleable. Instinctively, you know it. You’ve made him your thrall…

This was unexpected, but it could be fun too. You’ll have to explore this new power when you can, but for now you have more pressing matters at hand...

Your senses are awash in bliss as Terry’s warmth envelops you. His hot tunnel squeezes your enormous, sheathed cock in a tight embrace, inundating every inch of your shaft without mercy. Each beat of his heart makes his asshole flex, squeezing you gently with a tightness that is just shy of being painful. However, as he adjusts, he loosens up just enough to ensure that there is only pleasure at being wrapped inside of him.

Of course, the rest of your senses have plenty to enjoy as well. His warm, fuzzy butt cheeks are settled heavily in your lap, his bushy tail gently brushing your legs as it shifts. As he pants softly, quietly whimpering as he attempts to adjust to being filled by your cock, you can hear everything that escapes his mouth.

You drink in the sight of the fox’s face, brow furrowed as he tries to comprehend the things that you’re making him feel, reveling in the sense of power that it brings you. Still, as pleasant as this is, you think it’d be more fun if Terry would just relax a little...

Smiling sweetly, you reach up and caress the fox’s chin, gently stroking his muzzle before drawing him down into a kiss. His lips are velvety soft and deliciously warm on your own, Terry melting meekly into your embrace.

You hold him there as long as you can, and then tenderly let him go. Looking him in the eye, you ask if he is okay, now?

Terry nods in response, clenching his butt instinctively to grip your enormous, sheathed canid manhood.

Good boy. Now, why doesn’t he start moving for you? You’ll give him some tips where he needs them, but you want to see just what he can do when he puts his mind to it.

He doesn’t seem too thrilled by the idea, but doesn’t protest. “Yes, master,” he says as he begin lifting himself.

Smiling, you slide your hands across his form, fingers curling possessively around the lush roundness of his butt. You don’t interfere with Terry’s ascent; you simply keep them there so you can offer guidance...

Besides, his butt is just too irresistible for you to not give it a grope while you can. Mischief twinkles in your eyes as you lasciviously squeeze the perky cheeks you’re caressing.

Terry shudders, groaning as he works his ass on your lap.

That’s the way; take it easy at first, let his tunnel get used to being stretched like this. Such a good thrall...

Terry mewls softly at your words, his cock gently poking you as it slips from his sheath, slowly pumping his hips as he rises and falls in your lap. Inch by inch, he takes your enormous, sheathed canine shaft, and then he gives it back. Slowly, his thrusts grow faster as his confidence builds, eyes screwed up tightly in concentration and pleasure.

That’s your boy; still, perhaps a little assistance is in order? Just something to boost his performance some.

Closing your eyes, and biting back a shudder as the fox’s ass gives your cock a good squeeze, you start to concentrate, reaching down to the power you stole from the former king of the night. It stirs eagerly in the depths of your soul, and you cast strands of power out over your vulpine lover, ensnaring his luscious butt cheeks in a web of magic.

Terry’s eyes widen and he gasps. He looks at you, recognizing his former power now gripping him so tightly.

You just smile back, warm and comforting, even as you weave your will into Terry’s flesh. He’s already nice and tight, but there’s just a few little tweaks you can make here... some lube would be nice...

The vampiric fox moans as a ripple of pleasure runs through his anus and spreads throughout his body. Through his clenching muscles, you can feel liquid warmth soaking into your enormous manhood and seeping out around his spread entrance. The scent of female in heat permeates the air, completely overpowering Terry’s male musk. You give a few experimental thrusts and find that you can move much better now, the satisfying squelch of flesh on moist flesh only adds to your lust.

“M-my ass, what did yo- oh!”

You easily slide back out of Terry’s ass, not bothering to hide the grin on your lips at cutting him off so suddenly. Instead, you gently shush him, asking if this doesn’t feel better now.

“Yes,” he admits, barely suppressing another moan. “It feels so much better! Ah!”

You thought it would. He feels so much better now. Still, perhaps a dash more control over his muscles; yes, that would really help things out there...

“Control?”

Absently, you nod your head, already stirring Terry’s former power and directing its flow back into his butt. You can feel the shudder that races through him, a ripple that spreads through every inch of his clenched asshole like a wave across the shore. Terry’s ass squeezes and flexes with impossible acuity, molding to every ridge, crease and wrinkle of your enormous, sheathed manhood.

“Hng! Ah! This… Ahn! H-how many more changes are you going to make bef - ah! - before you’re happy!?”

Oh, you think you’re quite done with changes. Now, does he think he’s ready to put all your hard work to good use, hmm?

Terry wiggles a bit on your lap, clenching and adjusting to the changes you just made to his body. “Ahn! It feels so much more sensitive...”

You thought that this would make this a bit more enjoyable for him. What does he think of seeing how it feels when he really lets himself go with it?

“Well… okay, master.”

With closed eyes, the fox starts to pump away on your shaft again; slowly, at first, but steadily building up in speed and enthusiasm. His jaws fall open soundlessly as he clenches and releases, milking your member with rapidly growing expertise. From the way his cock is bouncing in his lap, dribbling pre-cum onto your belly with each flick of ample foxhood, you can tell that he finds his new ass a lot more fun to fuck with.

Surrounded by Terry’s magically augmented flesh, you are lost in your own perverse flavor of heaven. Warm, wet walls rhythmically pulse and squeeze, milking your enormous, knotted slab of meat with inhuman dexterity. Not an inch of your shaft goes untouched, smothered in hot, juicy asshole and caressed utterly.

You know that you can’t hold out much longer...

Terry himself looks just about to pop. He has a distant look in his eyes, tongue lolling out as he pants in lust, his hips quiver as he moves erratically on your shaft.

Yes, that’s it, cum!

The former lord of the night cries out a shrill cry fit for a female.

His aching cock explodes into a fountain of cum, great ropes of semen erupting from its tip. The off-white jets of thick, sticky fox-seed sprays freely; some spatter across the once-proud vampire’s belly, but the bulk of it hits you.

Liquid heat washes across you as Terry’s cum paints your flat pecs, oozing freely down your body as it mats your fur into a thick tangle of sex-scented knots.

Thoroughly drenched with your lover’s cum, the scent of his ecstasy fills your nostrils, drowning your brain in a boiling fog of sex-scented mist.

With such a sight before you, the sounds of Terry’s bliss in your ears, the scent of him filling your nose, it’s no wonder that your self-control fails. Your enormous canid slab of meat explodes inside of him, thick jets rushing into his overstuffed colon.

Clinging to your lover for support, your world fades away to the feel of him wrapped around your dick, greedily milking you dry and ensuring that he swallows up every last drop you have to give him. And you are feeling in quite a generous mood...

Inevitably, your body runs dry, leaving you struggling to catch your breath as the wave of orgasm recedes and warm afterglow takes its place. You absently cradle the similarly drained Terry in your arms, and the sound of his quiet panting brings a smile to your lips. Playfully, you note that Terry’s quite the little buttslut, with a bit of encouragement; such a mess he’s made.

He laughs softly. “Sorry, master, but it’s all your fault.”

You take pride in that fact; it’s quite flattering to see him getting off so hard for you. But still, that doesn’t change the fact that he’s gotten you all dirty. Now, he’s going to be a good little boy and clean you up, isn’t he?

“I guess I have to,” he says, sighing softly.

With an understanding smile, you gently capture his chin and draw him into a soft kiss. You hold him for several long, pleasant moments, and then slowly release him, still smiling. Such a good boy; he really knows how to make you happy.

Terry smiles back. “Thank you, master. Maybe this won’t be so bad...” Having said that, the fox begins picking himself up.

You can feel him tugging as he tries to pull free of your swollen knot. His face contorts as he pulls with all his might, forcing you to pull away in turn lest he simply drag you along the ground, but finally the two of you manage to pull free.

No sooner has your sodden knot wetly popped from the fox’s butt than a great cascade of white escapes from his well-used ass. The sudden combination of popping and froth puts you in mind of someone uncorking a bottle of champagne, and you hide the smirk that mental image gives you.

Terry takes a moment to rub his sore rump and assess the damage. He sighs once he sees that you’re completely plastered with his seed, but then he steels himself and crawls over you.

His first target is your flat breasts, he starts by softly lapping your nipples before moving to the area around. From your vantage point, you can see the fox has a smile on his face; it seems he enjoys licking your breasts, not that you’re complaining. Terry’s dexterous tongue finds and cleans every bit of his spent seed easily enough, though you’re not sure your teats needed a second pass.

Next, he moves to your belly, gently licking the area around your navel before sticking his tongue into your belly-button. It tickles, and he seems to enjoy your reaction, but he doesn’t tease you for long before he gets up and looks at his last task.

He looks at your enormous, sheathed canine penis, covered in a mixture of anal juices and cum. You can see his nose flaring as he smells the musk. It’s too dark to see, but you bet he’s blushing under his fur.

Smiling warmly, you adjust your legs slightly to make your cock more accessible and then gesture towards it in invitation. It’s not going to clean itself up, after all.

This springs Terry into action. He kneels before you, leaning over to gently lick your tapered tip.

That’s a good boy. You watch as Terry slowly licks his way down your cock, rising back to the top only to open his mouth and swallow your length.

Though initially reluctant, Terry eases himself into a nice rhythm in no time.

You can feel the warm wetness of Terry’s mouth gently pulsing around your enormous, knotted, sheathed rod; not enough to really get you hard again, but enough to feel good on your sensitive cock. A hint of stiffness creeps back into your maleness, but that’s as far as it goes as the fox carefully sucks you clean.

Eventually, you figure Terry’s had enough, and gently tell him that he can stop now.

The fox stops, wiping his mouth with the back of his arm. “Is this enough, master?”

You purse your lips, feigning contemplation as you study the glistening enormous, sheathed dick in your lap, admiring the sheen of light on its newly-sucked length. You hold your peace for a few moments, giving Terry the chance to sweat a little, and then smile contentedly as you announce your satisfaction. If he wants to, he can leave now.

“Yes, master,” Terry says, bowing slightly before moving to pick up his things.

Before the limping fox can get out of reach, you playfully pet his delicious, cum-dribbling ass. Mischievously, you muse aloud that you hate to see him go, but you love to watch him leave!

“Umm… thank you?”

You smile and brush it away, wishing your vulpine lover well. Terry nods softly and resumes what he was doing before you interrupted him. Suitably equipped, he steps outside to transform into a bat. Once the flying fox has wended his way into the eternal night, you pick yourself up, dust yourself off, and set off on your own.