Kitsune editing

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You can't help but grin at the ideas flooding your head as you study the kitsune maiden's vivacious body — ripe for the picking. She notices you ogling her; with a titter and a knowing grin, her tails begin to coil around her body in a way that perfectly outlines her curves and impressive bust.

"Well, [if male: boy ; else: lover], are you content with just standing there — or will you claim your prize?" She doesn't have to ask you twice. Wasting no time, you disrobe, content to let your equipment fall to the ground. Briefly, you consider how you want to claim your prize, but before you can act on your desires, she makes a move, clearly having decided for you.

"Such a strong champion you are," she purrs. As she sits up, she shrugs off her kimono, and her pale breasts roll free, lewdly jiggling with every movement. She slides her hands down your chest, presses herself against your body, and begins planting soft kisses across you as she works her way to your throbbing member. Curious to see what this defeated temptress will do, you make no effort to dissuade her. "Such a lewd scent," she remarks with a titter. Her eyes gleam up at you as she grabs your cock and inhales deeply. She begins to lightly stroke you while planting tender kisses along your shaft, working her way from the base to the tip.

You grunt softly, growing impatient with her teasing — you're half tempted to grab her by the hair and shove your cock down her throat. As though sensing this, she gives a satisfied hum, licks her lips, and plants one last kiss on the tip of your cock. She opens wide and swallows half of your member in one go. You sigh, savoring the warmth of her throat as she gradually envelops each inch, all the way down to the base. While she takes you, she makes sure to lavish attention on your balls, her soft hands deftly rubbing and massaging your full orbs. Her massage is accentuated by the little tickle provided by the cooling blue flame on the tips of her fingers as she imbues an enchantment on you; your balls feel heavier, as though you haven't cum in days, and your already turgid member feels harder than before.

You groan and buck your hips forward in an effort to face-fuck this [hair color]-haired beauty. Each time you try to pull out of her throat, she thrusts her face forward to lock you back in. Each time she returns her lips to your base, you feel her throat vibrate around your cock as she laughs. Both tired of her provocation and intent on teaching her a lesson for teasing the victor of a fight, you reach down to start teasing her in return. You grip the first thing your hands can find — her fluffy ears. You're rewarded with an instantaneous effect: her body freezes up and her tails stiffen before churning petulantly. With a grin, you maintain your hold on her ears and pull your cock out of her throat, relishing the feeling of your head brushing past her lips.

You briefly study her face — her eyes are squeezed shut and a light blush is forming. Gently, you begin to massage her fluffy fox ears, eliciting a long whimper and deepening her blush. "N-no, don't—" she stutters, her protest cut off by a gentle squeeze. "No~... stop... s-sensitive..."

Now it's your turn to giggle — she's pleading adorably, like a virgin schoolgirl during her first time. It seems like you've found her weak spot. While you enjoy teasing this vixen, you aren't satisfied — your seed-swollen balls crave release. Pulling the kitsune forward, you slide your cock between her breasts.

You cease your massaging and hum pointedly, signaling for her to get started, lest you tickle her ears even more. She looks up at you, pouting at your implied threat, but still enthusiastically mashes her tits together. Your saliva-coated member is quickly enveloped by her soft breasts and gently massaged by her chest pillows as she slowly works them up and down. As if possessed by a mind of their own, her tails begin to coil and wrap around you as she works, trailing blue fire across the air and both of your bodies as they move. She steadily works her tits up and down your shaft for some time, before leaning down and taking the head of your cock into her mouth. Her tongue eagerly swirls and dances across your tip, lapping at your precum and lewdly prodding at your urethra. She hums in the middle of her ministrations, seemingly chanting under her breath, and you begin to feel a surge of power in the now tingling trails of blue flame that her tails paint across your body.

You almost feel the need to punish her again with more ear tickling, but the swelling pleasure in your balls stops you. Her tongue coils around your cock, and she sucks and laps and moans as she works. She can evidently feel you throbbing between her breasts, and she quickly increases her tempo, causing your voice to come out in a heavy moan as your orgasm begins to bubble up. She clearly enjoys the effect her magic is having, perhaps as a little payback for her ears; still, you're in no position to complain, as the first spurts of cum squirt from your cock in long, roping shots that splatter across her face. She giggles and opens her mouth to catch your seed on her tongue, your bucking hips providing steady shots of ejaculate with each pulse of your balls.

Your mind is lost in pleasure as she continues to work your shaft with her breasts, pumping semen out of you with lurid moans and gentle hands. She eagerly stains herself with your cum, which plasters her face and breasts equally; her magical enhancements serve only to increase she sheer quantity of jizz you're currently coating her in. "Such a perfect amount," she coos. She slides your cock out from between her semen-soaked breasts and licks her fingers, pleased with herself. "I assume this is a suitable reward, most valiant champion?" Even when on her knees and coated in cum, she can't help but tease you.

You pant heavily, your member deflating with each breath. You tell that it's not quite enough, and she smirks, thinking that you have more lewd punishments for her wherein she can wring even more semen from you. Her eyes go wide when you, instead, reach forward and grab her ears; she yelps as you mercilessly rub her sensitive appendages, her resistance falls away as your dexterous touch sends shivers across her scalp.

You soon have her reduced to a shuddering, salivating mess, unable to even voice her feeble protests, though you're not sure if she would really want you to stop now. She looks to be more than enjoying herself, her tails furiously coiling around each other and a dopey grin deforming her sunset-red face. Quite the weak spot, indeed. She suddenly moans like a whore as you grind your thumb upward along the inner rim of her ear, mashing her thighs together with smoldering passion, and in a show of mercy — or perhaps cruelty — you abruptly let her go. Collapsing onto the soft forest floor, she lies there, panting, as you gather your equipment together and leave the insensible kitsune behind.
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//Commented version
You can't help but grin at the ideas flooding your head as you study the kitsune maiden's vivacious body — ripe for the picking. She notices you ogling her; with a titter and a knowing grin, her tails begin to coil around her body in a way that perfectly outlines her curves and impressive bust.
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"Well, [if male: boy ; else: lover], are you content with just standing there — or will you claim your prize?" She doesn't have to ask you twice. Wasting no time, you disrobe, content to let your equipment fall to the ground. Briefly, you consider how you want to claim your prize, but before you can act on your desires, she makes a move, clearly having decided for you.

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//"tell">"ask"
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"Such a strong champion you are," she purrs. As she sits up, she shrugs off her kimono, and her pale breasts roll free, lewdly jiggling with every movement. She slides her hands down your chest, presses herself against your body, and begins planting soft kisses across you as she works her way to your throbbing member. Curious to see what this defeated temptress will do, you make no effort to dissuade her. "Such a lewd scent," she remarks with a titter. Her eyes gleam up at you as she grabs your cock and inhales deeply. She begins to lightly stroke you while planting tender kisses along your shaft, working her way from the base to the tip.

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//Fixed fancy quotes
//Comma fixed
//Changed "member" due to repetition
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You grunt softly, growing impatient with her teasing — you're half tempted to grab her by the hair and shove your cock down her throat. As though sensing this, she gives a satisfied hum, licks her lips, and plants one last kiss on the tip of your cock. She opens wide and swallows half of your member in one go. You sigh, savoring the warmth of her throat as she gradually envelops each inch, all the way down to the base. While she takes you, she makes sure to lavish attention on your balls, her soft hands deftly rubbing and massaging your full orbs. Her massage is accentuated by the little tickle provided by the cooling blue flame on the tips of her fingers as she imbues an enchantment on you; your balls feel heavier, as though you haven't cum in days, and your already turgid member feels harder than before.

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You groan and buck your hips forward in an effort to face-fuck this [hair color]-haired beauty. Each time you try to pull out of her throat, she thrusts her face forward to lock you back in. Each time she returns her lips to your base, you feel her throat vibrate around your cock as she laughs. Both tired of her provocation and intent on teaching her a lesson for teasing the victor of a fight, you reach down to start teasing her in return. You grip the first thing your hands can find — her fluffy ears. You're rewarded with an instantaneous effect: her body freezes up and her tails stiffen before churning petulantly. With a grin, you maintain your hold on her ears and pull your cock out of her throat, relishing the feeling of your head brushing past her lips.

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//Hair color needs to be dynamic as there are three potential kitsune with different colors each.
//"buries">"thrusts" You can't "bury forward"
//Changed "teasing" due to repetition
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You briefly study her face — her eyes are squeezed shut and a light blush is forming. Gently, you begin to massage her fluffy fox ears, eliciting a long whimper and deepening her blush. "N-no, don't—" she stutters, her protest cut off by a gentle squeeze. "No~... stop... s-sensitive..."

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//Punctuation
//Fancy quotes
//"cut-off">"cut off"
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Now it's your turn to giggle — she's pleading adorably, like a virgin schoolgirl during her first time. It seems like you've found her weak spot. While you enjoy teasing this vixen, you aren't satisfied — your seed-swollen balls crave release. Pulling the kitsune forward, you slide your cock between her breasts.

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//Hyphenated "seed swollen"
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You cease your massaging and hum pointedly, signaling for her to get started, lest you tickle her ears even more. She looks up at you, pouting at your implied threat, but still enthusiastically mashes her tits together. Your saliva-coated member is quickly enveloped by her soft breasts and gently massaged by her chest pillows as she slowly works them up and down. As if possessed by a mind of their own, her tails begin to coil and wrap around you as she works, trailing blue fire across the air and both of your bodies as they move. She steadily works her tits up and down your shaft for some time, before leaning down and taking the head of your cock into her mouth. Her tongue eagerly swirls and dances across your tip, lapping at your precum and lewdly prodding at your urethra. She hums in the middle of her ministrations, seemingly chanting under her breath, and you begin to feel a surge of power in the now tingling trails of blue flame that her tails paint across your body.

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//Fiddled with the "and pouts" to simplify the list of verbs/improve readability
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You almost feel the need to punish her again with more ear tickling, but the swelling pleasure in your balls stops you. Her tongue coils around your cock, and she sucks and laps and moans as she works. She can evidently feel you throbbing between her breasts, and she quickly increases her tempo, causing your voice to come out in a heavy moan as your orgasm begins to bubble up. She clearly enjoys the effect her magic is having, perhaps as a little payback for her ears; still, you're in no position to complain, as the first spurts of cum squirt from your cock in long, roping shots that splatter across her face. She giggles and opens her mouth to catch your seed on her tongue, your bucking hips providing steady shots of ejaculate with each pulse of your balls.

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//Took out an extra space.
//Added an "and"
//Added a comma (and some more)
//Changed "clearly" due to repetition
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Your mind is lost in pleasure as she continues to work your shaft with her breasts, pumping semen out of you with lurid moans and gentle hands. She eagerly stains herself with your cum, which plasters her face and breasts equally; her magical enhancements serve only to increase she sheer quantity of jizz you're currently coating her in. "Such a perfect amount," she coos. She slides your cock out from between her semen-soaked breasts and licks her fingers, pleased with herself. "I assume this is a suitable reward, most valiant champion?" Even when on her knees and coated in cum, she can't help but tease you.

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//Fancy quotes
//Hyphenated "semen soaked"
//Added a comma
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You pant heavily, your member deflating with each breath. You tell that it's not quite enough, and she smirks, thinking that you have more lewd punishments for her wherein she can wring even more semen from you. Her eyes go wide when you, instead, reach forward and grab her ears; she yelps as you mercilessly rub her sensitive appendages, her resistance falls away as your dexterous touch sends shivers across her scalp.

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//Changed the dialogue to be more indirect
//Added some commas
//Resisted the urge to fix an acceptable comma splice
//"send">"sends"
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You soon have her reduced to a shuddering, salivating mess, unable to even voice her feeble protests, though you're not sure if she would really want you to stop now. She looks to be more than enjoying herself, her tails furiously coiling around each other and a dopey grin deforming her sunset-red face. Quite the weak spot, indeed. She suddenly moans like a whore as you grind your thumb upward along the inner rim of her ear, mashing her thighs together with smoldering passion, and in a show of mercy — or perhaps cruelty — you abruptly let her go. Collapsing onto the soft forest floor, she lies there, panting, as you gather your equipment together and leave the insensible kitsune behind.

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