Archive of Our Own

It's that time of year again. The cherry blossoms, though not many to be found at the Duel Academy, are in full bloom, their full robes swaying gently in the soft Pacific breeze. Birds chirp exuberantly and leaves rustle. But there is no trace of the scents of nature awakening. Instead, a nervous, expectant mood hangs over the island. Because it's mating season again. And that means that every unattached duelist dons their finest robes and marches to the opening ceremony full of hope and anticipation for what is to come: the dawn of adulthood, of responsibility.

Everyone. Except Judai.

For him, it's the third mating season. The third attempt to find someone he is now convinced does not exist. So, unlike his clueless fellow students, he does not go to the celebration, but straight to the roof. His refuge, to escape the disgusting, perfumed, and piercing smells that contaminate every single square inch of the island and turn his stomach. There, high above, away from everyone else, he hides between two tall boundary stones that are not obvious and thus offer him the protection he needs at the moment.

Relaxed, his back, protected only by his thin black T-shirt and red jacket, leans against the rock heated by the sun's rays, making him shiver with pleasure. His gaze searches the wide horizon, across the shimmering blue sea, as if he might find answers there. His nine fluffy tails lie in a semicircle around him like a shield. The white tips rise and fall like his slowed heartbeat or his deep, liberated inhalation and exhalation. His ears, gently swayed back and forth by the wind, twitch in a tousled nest of two-toned hair before springing up and turning slightly. A deep sigh, from the endless depths of his bronchial tubes, climbs up his throat before being expelled in a long exhalation. One knee bends, which he wraps both arms around tightly, assuming a rigid, hard posture.

Not even here can one find peace.

Hard, echoing footsteps that slowly but abruptly come to a halt just a few meters behind him and breathless, deep panting are the only verbal greeting. With them returns the cocktail of burnt earth, cotton candy, and hot honey that makes Judai pale as the wall. His stomach contracts and the acidic juice that burns his esophagus from the inside makes its way inexorably into his throat.

“Aniki... come with us.” Shos's delicate voice echoes like a butterfly's wingbeat in the rustling silence. He sounds so naively hopeful. As if a few words could revive the old enthusiasm of their first year, which has long since become an ugly, festering, faded scar that Judai carries in his heart as a memory.

“Why?” The toneless disinterest piles up like a wall, bitter and unshakeable, between him and his two friends, meters high.

“It's the opening ceremony,” Kenzan hastily adds, not wanting to let the conversation die. But even he doesn't know any encouraging words to end the conversation satisfactorily.

“Yes, and? There's no partner for me here.”

“Don't say that, Aniki!” Kenzan's pleading voice, full of naivety and hope, is almost unbearable. So Judai rests his cheek on his bent knee and stares out at the unyielding sea. “Even Thunder has found someone.”

Judai rubs his cheek against the rough denim and bites his inner cheek. Yes, that's a valid point. Except for the fact that it was neither planned nor intended. He literally stumbled into the pairing. God, how I wish I could forget the sight. Not even gouging out my eyes would help at this point!

As Shos's much too quiet voice continues to drone on, babbling about possible exchange students and a fox, Judai loses himself in his memories...

The end of the first mating season had come and all the singles had gathered in the huge gym for a final hallelujah. Despite his own miserable experience and wounded pride, he couldn't help but stand in the stench-filled air and wish the best to the couples who were lucky enough to have found their better halves.

Fortunately, he was not alone in this boat, as Judai believed with relief at the time when he saw Manjome standing on the stage in his stubborn, black splendor, like a guard, with his arms crossed and a cold gaze. But then everything changed. With a single hungry, rough cry.

“MANJOME!”

At first, he found it amusing how Manjome's eyes widened as he started to flee. To this day, he wonders how Manjome could have been such an idiot. His designer pants, which were much too small, couldn't withstand the sudden, harsh movement, and with a loud, audible rip, the piece of fabric fell to the floor in several shreds like confetti, exposing what he had between his legs for all to see.

The color that Manjome's face took on was most impressive. But what happened next was even worse. With a grab of his black hair, Manjome was pushed onto the tabletop and turned so that they could see the golden secretion leaving his anus in hasty, angry tears before Amon initiated the mating with a single, brutal thrust.

“I finally have you,” Amon's dark, rough voice echoed in the hall like a dark promise before Manjome's loud, bloodcurdling screams drowned out everything else. Amon did not let go of Manjome until hours later. The gym was as quiet as a foggy cemetery at midnight. No one dared to even shift their weight, let alone breathe. The mating was as traumatic for Judai as it had inevitably been for Manjome. He couldn't look anyone in the eye for a year, let alone talk normally.

And even though he now knew that Manjome's stubbornness was to blame for the incident, and even after all these years, it still seemed brutal and forbidden, Amon and Manjome were a predestined couple who loved each other damn loudly and unrestrainedly. Well, there's a reason for this saying: once your reputation is ruined, you can live without restraint...

Nevertheless, the scene keeps reappearing in Judai's worst nightmares. But unlike in reality, it's not Manjome who is draped over a table and being taken brutally, but Judai... Before he is drawn deeper into the swamp of his dark imagination and bitter expectations, a melodic, almost feminine voice sounds behind them, nestling around Judai's heart.

“Oh no. I seem to be in the wrong place here too.”

Judai’s head turns so quickly that his vision blurs for a split second and his neck protests loudly and painfully. There, just a few steps behind Kenzan and Sho, who have jumped apart in shock, stands an... apparition. Judai can’t call it anything else. The young man, certainly not much older than Judai himself, has the most shocking turquoise hair he has ever seen. It is neither too light nor too dark. And it almost shines blond in the sunlight. Between the wild, highly gelled hair, two snow-white, twitching ears emerge, so fluffy that Judai's fingers twitch.

“Um... could any of you maybe tell me where the opening ceremony is?” he asks, scratching the back of his head and giggling nervously, while two fluffy, snow-white tails wag behind him like a welcome greeting from another, perhaps happier world. Judai bites his tongue, turns away, ignores the smell that creeps into his nose like an old, melancholy dream, and shakes his head to dispel the thought. “Um... I'm new here.”

That's obvious. Judai has never seen him before. He clears his throat, his gaze fixed on the restless sea with its foamy waves rolling inexorably toward the beach.

“Sure. Sho and Kenzan over here are going there. So just follow them.”

“Oh, um... and you're not?” The hesitant, almost regretful question makes Judai's heart stumble for a moment before he convinces himself it's just his imagination—like so much else in this cynical game called life.

“No.” The resolute answer comes without hesitation.

“But Judai...”

“You'd better go before you all get in trouble.” He waved casually and listened to the whisper of the sea, which sounded strongly of transience.

“Sooo Judai, hmm?” the stranger whispers, fascinated, and the words creep into Judai's reddish-brown ears, which perk up from the two-tone brown and twitch in his direction with interest.

His nine fluffy tails swing slowly and leisurely behind him across the floor, as if they know that this is the beginning of something—something that might be beautiful, might be destructive, in this melancholic world of unfinished bonds. “The name suits you.”

“Ah... uhh... we'd better go.”

Judai hears jostling, fabrics rubbing together annoyingly, and grinding noises. Then sudden, absolute silence, causing Judai to slump and sigh. His eyes close as he gently leans the back of his head against the warm stone. Two of his fluffy tails stroke his chest and under his chin gently and encouragingly, making him chuckle.

“You smell sad.”

Judai freezes, and his nine tails fan out, before wrapping around his body like a protective shield.

Slowly, as if in slow motion, Judai turns his head and stares into bright emerald green eyes in which he can read nothing but warmth. No trace of pity, prejudice, or anything like that. Simple, silent acceptance. He swallows the lump in his throat and slowly and awkwardly straightens up.

“W-what do you mean?”

“Uhh...” The stranger scratches the back of his head again in this cute gesture. “Sorry. Mhm...” With every hesitant step the stranger takes, he eats away at the safety buffer between them. Judai's heart pounds against his ribs. His brown eyes look around in all directions, but escape seems to be out of the question.

Behind him, just one step back, is the edge of the roof. Directly in front of him, slowly and calmly approaching, is the stranger, and directly behind the guy, on the top step, blocking his escape route, stand Kenzan and Sho, like two unmoving statues. Motionless and interested at the same time. Then, an incredibly small half meter away from Judai's frozen body, the stranger stops.

His smile is disarming and inviting at the same time, like a glass of water in a hot, unbearable, endless desert. “I think we got off on the wrong foot.” Again, that laugh fills Judai's heart and makes the corners of his own mouth twitch. “My name is Johan... and, um, yes, I'm a snow fox from the north.”

A hand, both trusting and inviting, is extended to Judai, who stares suspiciously back and forth between it and Johan's endless green eyes. “I can smell emotions. Like... uhh... loneliness. It's like cold ashes after a devastating fire.”

Judai's first, particularly strong instinct is to say something mocking. The words are quick to come to his tongue, but the sparkle in Johan's eyes and the smell—of something forbidden, familiar... of home—stick to his palate like old, chewed gum. And before he understands what is happening, the fingers of his hand hesitantly reach out toward Johan. Painfully, inch by inch, until only a wingbeat separates their fingers. Suddenly, the school bell echoes loudly and like an ice-cold bath from every corner of the island, causing Judai to immediately pull his hand back and turn around.

“You'll be in trouble, if you don't leave now,” he warns in a toneless, emotionless voice.

“But...”

“Judai is right... uhh... J-Johan?” Out of the corner of his eye, he watches, as Sho grabs Johan's wrist and pulls him behind him with all his strength, until the darkness of the school engulfs them and even their fading footsteps die away. Judai watches them for a long time with a heavy heart, before abruptly turning away, and staring back out at the endless expanse of the sea. The wind, which just a few minutes ago had been playing gently and comfortingly with his hair, is now fierce and nasty. It takes the last faint scent of Johan, who smells like freshly fallen snow on a sunny morning, caresses Judai's sensitive nose with it, and carries it up into the sky in a strong gust of air, far away from Judai. He bites back his pathetic whimpering and braces himself with all his strength against the demanding force of the wind, which is trying to push him hastily towards the exit and ruffle the fur of his nine tails.

Like a defiant child, he wraps his arms around his aching midsection. With every second that passes, his heart cools and the warmth of his body fades. His tails twitch as if receiving a signal, and his skin begins to tingle uncomfortably. The uncontrolled rhythm with which his abdominal muscles contract and relax elicits a small gasp from him. And as if that weren't bad enough, there is that telltale, pulsating glow on the inside of his trembling wrist that sends ice-cold shivers down his spine.

“No! No false hopes!” His voice is as soft and fragile as the delicate heart in his chest, held together only by wire ropes, which suddenly stops beating. His stomach feels as if he has swallowed a ton of stones that defy gravity and press down on his bronchial tubes. Only short, rasping sounds escape his throat, which feels like sandpaper. Cold, unpleasant sweat makes his fur and hair stick to his skin, tickling him.

Slowly, as if in slow motion, he turns his hand over. Accusatory and mocking at the same time, the silhouette of a fox flickers faintly in stardust-fine gold. The sign of a connection.

Without blinking, he stares open-mouthed at the gold on his wrist, before slapping his other hand down on it. The stinging pain shoots up his entire arm like lightning and makes his ears ring, drowning out the sound of skin on skin. Judai feels as if he has a fever. His cheeks are glowing and his eyes dart restlessly from side to side. The hairs on the back of his neck stand on end and the sudden stinging in that area makes him almost paranoid. The blood literally vibrates in his veins and makes his carotid artery throb as he raises two fingers. He gasps sharply when the stardust-fine gold is still there, literally laughing at him.

“No! That can't be.” His trembling knees buckle and he crouches on the floor in a ball of limbs and tails. Hecklish breath leaves his constricted throat and his heart races so fast that his ribs ache.

“Why do you insist on tormenting me? I don't want to be disappointed again.” Exhausted and angry, five of his new tails whip restlessly across the floor. Judai's vision dims and black spots further restrict his blurred field of vision. Long, slender fingers claw harshly and angrily at his hairline and pull hard. The sharp pain that overrides everything else helps him control his breathing.

“It's better if I stay away,” he growls quietly, even though he feels more like whimpering pitifully, which he stubbornly swallows down. But he can't ignore the rumbling in his stomach and the strong, gnawing pain in his empty stomach.

The speeches and the initial getting-to-know-you phase should be over for all the students. That should make it safe to join the buffet.

Stuffing his hands into his pants pockets, he stomps toward the stairwell. He pauses at the landing. His sensitive, pointed ears twitch uncomfortably, before flattening against his scalp like two sources of heat.

God, why do they always have to be so loud?

Loud, excited cheers, whistles, laughter, and boisterous conversations surround him and draw him into their maelstrom like a dark promise.

Great. This must be a new record in the history of mating seasons!

Judai grimaces and looks longingly over his shoulder back at the sea.

🦊

Judai sneaks around the corner outside the cafeteria, driven by a mixture of hunger and the vague, foolish hope that he will meet Johan again, even if he can only watch him from a distance. The smell of fried meat and spices hits him, but that's not what makes him pause. Instead, he immediately covers his mouth and nose with his hand, as if he had been hit by a wave of pure poison. His eyes immediately water, and he tries to breathe shallowly through his mouth to keep the smell away. This disgusting, sweetish stench of mating secretions and other body odors, which wells up in concentrated waves from the cafeteria and literally overwhelms him. It's like a punch in the gut, a painful reminder that he doesn't belong... and probably never will.

He stands up to his full height and turns around. His hunger, which had almost driven him mad before, is now just a distant memory. But he doesn't even take a step before his name is called. He stands rooted to the spot. His back leans against the cold, plastered stone wall, which digs painfully into his shoulders as if trying to hold him back. His brown, fluffy tails wrap tightly around his body, like a fur coat shielding him from the world. But they can do nothing against the heat loss spreading through his chest, nothing against the pain that shatters his heart into a thousand sharp splinters with every word he hears.

“Judai? What do you care about that odorless, useless nine-tailed creature?”

The voice is sharp, full of scorn, and Judai recognizes it immediately—it's the slimeball from the first year. The one who had harassed Judai right after the chancellor's speech and grabbed his tails. The pain digs deeper, like a knife slowly turning. Odorless? Useless? The words echo in his head, mingling with memories of the last two mating seasons: of the fox he thought was his friend. The one who had protected him from that slimy guy... A show, as he would find out in a painful way just a few days later. The connection between them was weak, so weak that there was no golden glow on his wrist and no secretion. And yet, the supposed friend pushed for a union. Judai only asked for more time. After all, they hadn't known each other long. But all he got was an aggressive kiss that was more of a bite than kiss, and laughter. This sparked a kind of hunt for Judai. Everyone wanted to try their luck with the nine-tailed fox... Later, he learned that there had been a bet. And he was the wager. No one was really interested in him. Only in the triumph of being the “first.”

“Exactly. The only thing going for this useless fox are his nine tails, and even those he won't give up.”

Judai presses both hands more firmly over his mouth. His nails dig into the soft, cold skin, leaving a painful burning sensation. Nine tails? He feels his tails pressing closer to him, as if they want to merge with him. He never saw them as anything extraordinary. They have been a part of him since birth. But now? Now they feel like a curse, like something that isolates him, that makes him what they say he is: useless.

“What do you mean?”

Johan? Judai's heart skips a beat. What is he doing in this company? And why is he listening to this? The pain becomes an inferno that burns his chest and then rises up his throat. His eyes burn, causing him to blink violently. Johan, the only one who wasn't put off by his cold manner. The only one who showed genuine interest... And now he's with them? Was all of that earlier on the roof just a act?

“Oh, you don't know that, do you?” The voice purrs in a typically seductive tone that makes Judai's hair stand on end. He hates that tone, which stands for nothing but false promises and all the lies he has heard in recent years. “Here's some good advice. Stay away from Judai. He's not interested in mating, nor is he made for it.”

“He's a mistake of nature.” The words hit Judai like a whip lash. Judai already knew he was unforgiving. But that he was so sick of this, and they now used character assassination as a flirting technique? Against Johan?! Judai grits his teeth as the fox symbol pulses uncomfortably against his wrist. His tails tremble uncontrollably and puff up. His heart races. The pounding is unbearably loud in his ears, drowning out everything else for a moment. And yet, Judai wishes he hadn't heard anything. “...that you have more than four potential partners. Each of them is better than Judai could ever be.”

“Hmm, is that so? Well, I can't deny it.”

Johan's voice. Johan's words. It's as if someone is ramming a knife into Judai's chest, and turning it agonizingly slowly clockwise. The barren, cold hallway blurs with tears that burn uncomfortably in the corners of his eyes. He hates himself for hoping... yes, even believing that Johan could be different. His tails go limp and fall uselessly at his sides, as if they have given up, as if everything inside him has given up. His heart and breathing stop, and the rest of the conversation reaches him only as a single babble of voices, a static murmur: “...failure in bed... mistake... useless...”

Then his fight-or-flight instinct kicks in. What else did I expect? After all, it's true. It's true. I'm useless. A mistake. And now Johan knows it too. He swallows the tears that are hot and biting like acid. His body feels like cold, brittle ice, as if it could break with the next movement. Judai turns abruptly and heads for the exit without looking back. His legs carry him at a run across the campus, faster and faster, as if he wants to run away from himself, from the pain that is eating away at him from the inside, from the emptiness that is spreading inside him like a poison that will never go away.

His path leads him straight to Tomoe's kiosk in the school building, the only store on the island that is open around the clock during mating season. No sooner has he stumbled through the front door, grunting, than the owner appears behind the counter. A small smile plays on her motherly, knowing face. With anyone else, it would have driven Judai crazy, because it would have been full of pity. But not with Tomoe. With her, he never had to pretend. When she holds up a large, familiar black and red hiking backpack, a small, last flame of hope ignites and, contrary to his feelings, he returns her smile.

"A whole three hours longer than last year. I'm proud of you.“ Judai takes the heavy backpack from her and checks the contents with shining eyes. Water bottles, cans, cookies, dried meat, and other long-lasting food fill the backpack. It won't last forever, but at least for the next four weeks, if he does it right. ”I'll put the next delivery in the usual place."

“You're the best, Tomoe.”

“Off you go.” Tomoe laughs and waves her hand toward the exit. Judai nods to her, before slinging the backpack over his shoulders and disappearing into the gathering darkness. Through the dense trees, avoiding the paved paths, to the other end of the island with its high, steep coasts. There, he pauses and takes his first deep breath since leaving the school roof. This is his territory. His safe haven. In recent years, no one has found or bothered him here.

The rest of the way consists of climbing a 20 m² high cliff face five meters down. There is the secret entrance to his den. A small black hole above a small ledge. Since it is not large enough to walk through, he takes the backpack off his back and pushes it gently and carefully, like something precious, through the entrance before following on all fours and immediately being greeted by the seductive smell of sea salt, seaweed, and sun-baked moss. He can't detect any strange smells in the air, which reassures him. Nevertheless, he looks around. At the bed of moss and old soft blankets that takes up most of the den. Then at the narrow shelves lined with water bottles.

As he straightens up and brushes the sand off his knees, he suddenly freezes. His eyes widen before slowly looking down at him. At first he sees nothing, then he notices a few drops. A gasp escapes his lips and the realization hits him like a bolt of lightning and a slap in the face. His legs give way, trembling, and he sinks to his knees. His fingers dig into the fine, cold sand, leaving deep scratches.

That can't be! That would be too cruel!

A loud, drawn-out whimper leaves his throat, echoing from all sides and causing his ears to flatten against his hair. His tails rustle behind him as they shake restlessly, while something wet runs down his thigh with an unpleasant burning sensation. Judai raises his hand, and even though, there are two layers of clothing covering his skin, he is almost blinded by the golden light that vibrates in a sadistic friend.

“Why? What have I done to deserve such punishment?”

He presses his legs tightly together and tries to ignore the rising heat. His tails spread out and puff up to their full, most beautiful form, as if they wanted to impress a partner. But no one will come. Not today. Not tomorrow. Not ever!

“There are only two options...” he murmurs quietly to himself as bitter tears hang from his eyelashes and fall to the ground in small, clear drops. His arms swing around his stomach and he rocks back and forth. I never thought I would even consider it...

Only very desperate people would resort to this option, as it is an ancient and brutal ritual. During a full moon, a piece of the strongest tail must be cut off and placed on an altar in the forest. The smell of mating readiness and blood then attracts the partner and a one-sided bond is formed, which alleviates the pain for this one mating season. But the price for this... Ultimately, it only leads to two partners who are meant for each other never being able to be together. Judai would rather die than give Johan even a piece of himself, if he couldn't have him in the end.

The other option... that only applies to him. If the mate of a nine-tailed fox is lost, whether through death or rejection, he closes himself off. For Judai, this would mean that his tails would lose their luster, that the secretion for mating would dry up. But his body... it would remain open and empty. The longing for his mate would lead to a slow inner burning that is worse to endure than death could ever be...

He lets himself fall forward, directly onto the moss, where he curls up. His nine tails wrap around him, trembling. They press so tightly, as if they want to ease the pain that flows in hot tears down his reddened cheeks, as he stares rigidly out at the vast sea. This mating season will also pass. The others would find their partners and disappear with them for an indefinite period of time, only to return with shining eyes and entwined tails. Only he, Judai, would remain alone in this cave. As always. Except that now it hurts. It really hurts.

🦊

Johan isn't sure whether to be amused or frustrated. What kind of idiot thought it would be a good idea to lock hormone-driven teenagers on the cusp of adulthood in a classroom in the middle of mating season? In this first hour alone, two couples have torn each other's clothes off and engaged in wild and untamed sex in front of everyone. The only thing stopping Johan from packing his bags screaming is the memory of that one moment...

Johan climbs the last step to the roof, and the wind hits him like a cold slap. Just like the question of how the hell he ended up here. Maybe it was the voices... When he raises his head, he sees him immediately...

The most beautiful person he has ever seen, half-hidden behind a raised stone, knees drawn up, head resting on them, gaze fixed on the vast sea. The brown hair moves slightly in the wind, and the nine brown tails move sluggishly up and down, as if weighed down by a heavy burden. He looks... absent. Sad. As if he weren't here, as if he had withdrawn from everything long ago.

And yet. The moment Johan sees him, he knows.

It's not a slow realization. Not an “oh, maybe.” And not a “could be.” Rather, it's like a single bolt of lightning, striking directly into his heart. I've finally found him. Him. The one—the only one.

Judai, as he learns a little later.

Judai's eyes, so infinitely dark chocolate brown and tragically deep with sadness... He can't get them out of his head. They've even crept into his dreams.

And yet, at first they didn't look at Johan. But when Judai does, he sees no interest. Or curiosity. No, just a high wall of disinterest that Johan sees right through. He sees the pain behind it. The exhaustion. The resignation.

He has given up. He has given up hope. And yet... yet, it is him. Johan's heart pounds like crazy as he slowly approaches, drawn as if by a magnet.

The scent hits him next—warm cinnamon, wild wood, something vulnerable hidden beneath the surface and smelling strongly of burnt earth. A mixture that is not a good breeding ground, and yet, the reaction is irrefutable. Johan bites his inner cheek, as he feels the telltale tug deep in his abdomen that he has only read and heard about before. A warm shiver runs over his hidden tails, which bristle against the walls of their prison. His heart beats faster as their hands touch fleetingly and his wrist throbs. The filling of his testicles, which twitch greedily. As if to say: Yes. That one. Only that one.

And even though Judai sends him away, he can only stand rooted to the spot and stare at him. Even when Judai turns away again and doesn't give him another glance. And that's exactly what makes it so painfully clear.

He believes that no one really wants him. But I want him. I want him so much it hurts.

At that moment, Johan knows with a certainty that almost forces him to the ground: Judai is the one. The companion he was born for. The only one for whom he would open all nine tails. The only one whose name he wants to scream when the golden seal finally flares up during their first passionate union.

And no matter how dismissive Judai is, no matter how sad his eyes, no matter how high the wall—Johan knows he will tear it down. Because Judai is the one. From the beginning. And forever.

Well, that was the plan. Johan knew that he would only succeed if he learned more about Judai. So he let Sho and Kenzan sneak him into the opening ceremony. Even as his tails bristled and his heart bled.

A movement out of the corner of his eye startles him out of his thoughts. For a split second, he sees reddish-brown ears and his heart skips a beat. He opens his mouth, only to swallow hard the next moment. Is this really happening? His blood freezes in his veins as he reluctantly looks down and sees exactly what he suspected. Delicate, warm fingers enclose his bulging, throbbing pants and massage him with skillful, sensual caresses.

“Hmm, that must be painful,” a velvety soft, light voice full of desire whispers in his ear. A single rust-brown tail caresses his thigh, spreading a thin secretion that burns Johan's nose and brings tears to his eyes. His heart gallops in his chest, which constricts painfully, forcing him to gasp for breath. The intrusive, sweet smell of overripe melon makes him gag. “Oh honey... I'll help you. Can you smell it? I'm so ready for you.”

When she, Johan vaguely remembers her name is Misty from Obelisk Blue, tries to grab his hand, the shock subsides, and he feels as if someone has poured a bucket of ice water over his head. She dares! No one has the right... No one except Judai!

He grabs her wrist, ignoring her hiss. Why should he be considerate of his strength, when she thinks he's fair game, that she can touch and mark him as she pleases? And not to mention, they're his favorite pants! That's when he jumps up.

“Anderson, where are you going?”

“Anywhere is better than here!”

Then he storms out of the classroom. Why didn't I leave right away when I couldn't find any sign of Judai? He shakes his head. He knows the answer. It's the first thing he was able to tease out of Sho: Judai is notoriously late.

“Johan, wait for me...” The click-clack of heels in a rhythmic clack-clack follows him like the high-pitched voice that causes his ears to hide protectively under his protruding turquoise hair.

God, can't the chick read between the lines? Do I have to be an asshole for her to understand? He quickens his pace as his green eyes scan his surroundings. They're on a goddamn island. No one can just vanish into thin air! So there must be a clue. A hint of nine white tail tips darting around a corner... Of reddish-brown ears poking over a wall... Something... The roof...

He stops abruptly, only to turn around and run straight into Misty's willing, hot body, which presses against him like glue. Without a spark of restraint, she rubs herself against his body, moaning loudly. Her disgusting secretions, running down her thighs under her skirt, soak his pants and burn into his skin like acid. A loud, animalistic growl leaves his constricted throat, before he pushes her away with force. No more being nice and polite. She doesn't deserve it.

“You're not my mate! Don't waste my time!”

Her large eyes and loud, trembling screams follow him, like the smell of acid-soaked tar. Johan ignores it, as he fights his way through the onlookers tumbling out of the classrooms and the hormone-drunk students throwing themselves at him, and leaving their scent marks on him, as if he were a piece of meat.

Never again! Not even hell itself could make me go back into a classroom when it's mating season. He grimaces and gagging as the wind whips against him, reminding him of the filthy clothes he's stuck in like a prisoner. I smell like a hooker! There's no way I can face him like this.

The walk to his room is like an obstacle course. Constantly ducking. Politely pushing people aside and smiling apologetically. God, how I hate it. Can't you see I don't want you? He slides to a halt in front of his door, gasping for air. The sweet, tart smell that presses heavily and intrusively against his sensitive nose hits him like a punch, and makes his blood crystallize into solid ice. Someone has marked his door. A thick, shimmering streak of milky white secretion sticks to the wood. It seeps into the grain and glistens in the dim light of the hallway. His stomach churns and disgust rises in him like bitter bile. Who dares? Who thinks they can claim me? Johan clenches his fists so tightly that his claws dig into his palms, his two visible tails lashing angrily, while the seven hidden ones press even closer to him, as if to protect themselves from this sacrilege. He wants to tear down the door and erase the smell. But as defiled as he and this door are, it is a hopeless endeavor. The stench is stored in his memory like poison. This is not his scent. It is not Judai. It is wrong. Everything about it is wrong.

He forces himself to breathe shallowly. But the bile presses against his larynx, distorting and burning everything. Gagging, Johan braces his hands against the wall, and lets his head dangle between them. Breathing is difficult, and tears mix with the snot running from his nose, as he spreads the breakfast, and probably also the dinner from the party between his legs in a never-ending torrent of gastric juice and undigested food.

Great. Now I not only smell like a hooker, but also like vomit! God, I need a better plan.

Johan grits his teeth and wipes his mouth with his soiled arm before unlocking his door, locking it from the inside, and immediately getting rid of all his clothes. Completely naked, with heavy testicles, a slightly erect penis, and nine erect, whipping tails, he marches into the shower and turns the water to boiling hot. It's only the second day. If this continues, I won't even survive the week. Where are you, Judai? Give me a sign.

Taking a deep breath, he grabs the strongest, odor-eliminating shampoo he has in his luggage and hurriedly scrubs himself clean until his tingling skin is lobster red and uncomfortably taut over his muscles and tendons. The shower screen rattles in protest as he pushes it aside unkindly and steps out with the hot, misty steam like a sensual, dreamlike apparition.

"Okay, Johan. What now? As soon as you set foot outside, you're back in the shark tank. So what's your plan?“ He grabs a large towel that burns his skin as he wipes away all the excess moisture that makes his skin shimmer invitingly like the golden seal on his wrist. ”Hmm, the roof first. And if I don't find him there, I'll question Sho and Kenzan."

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Johan stands on the roof. Right where it all began, while the wind whips coldly across his skin as if to punish him. The light of the setting sun bathes everything in a bloody, raw orange that makes his white tails shimmer. The two visible tails flutter lost in the wind like little flags, while the seven hidden ones beneath his soft, thin sweater writhe. Their raw, animalistic power reflects the longing that has built up in Johan's heart, distorting itself toward Judai.

He takes a deep breath, catching a whiff of Judai's scent that eats into his lungs like a hungry beast. That warm cinnamon and wild wood, with a brutal hint of something vulnerable that pierces deep into his heart like a rusty knife. So deep and agonizing that he inevitably tastes blood and growls.

His skin burns, as if it were on fire when he remembers the brief, barely noticeable touch and the warmth that emanated from Judai. He shouldn't have let go. Never! And that's exactly what eats away at him, as he would normally do with prey. His heart pounds in a heavy, dull yet brutal beat that spreads to his abdomen and triggers a sharp pulling sensation. Hot, raw, and infinitely throbbing desire fills his testicles, so heavy and full that they seem as if they will burst at any moment or force him to his knees so that he howls at Judai like a mad fox, like an animal in rut. And as if that weren't bad enough, his member stirs. It is hard and aroused. So plump and swollen that it barely fits in his pants and presses painfully against the denim fabric. With every breath Johan takes, the friction feels like a knife slashing him from the inside. Only baring his teeth and the deep, quiet growl that leaves his throat brings him brief relief. Calm down. Even if that's probably an excellent option for keeping the others at bay... If they think I've gone crazy, they might lose interest.

Johan closes his eyes and feels the rough concrete beneath his fingers as he places his hand against one of the boundary stones and feels it slowly warming up under the heat of his palms. As if it wants to absorb the heat that blazes on Johan's skin. The wind brushes against his ears, which twitch gently. Would Judai's ears twitch too? Johan shudders and a deep red blush spreads across his cheeks. How would those wonderful reddish-brown ears feel? Would they be soft and warm? If he touched them with his tongue or lips, would they tremble with excitement and elicit a moan from Judai? Nibbling on the fluffy tufts of fur would surely be heavenly. His mouth is suddenly bone dry and his tongue sticks to the roof of his mouth. All he can taste right now is the hint of salt from the wind, mixed with the phantom taste of Judai's sweet, cinnamon-scented skin. Johan burns with desire for a liberating moan and for a body that opens up to him, takes him deep inside and never lets him go again.

His tails press closer against the hot, moist skin of his back, the soft fur tickling his sensitive skin and triggering a sensual, agonizing tingling sensation that travels like small electric shocks through his spine and intensifies the throbbing in his abdomen. A gasp escapes his brittle, salty lips. His penis, in which blood burns like flames through his veins, releases the first tears, which fall hot and sticky from the glans and soak the denim fabric. The wet fabric stretches in a never-ending cycle like torture against his swollen manhood, increasing his desire. He swallows hard and slides a hand between his overheated skin and his pants. The touch immediately sends sparks through his body and makes his back arch. A pitiful whimper, a mixture of growling and hissing, leaves his throat. Judai, please. Let me take you.

He bites his lower lip until he tastes the metallic taste of blood. Tears burn hot and salty in his eyes, rolling down his cheeks and hitting the concrete as drops. Every single drop is one too many and reflects a weakness he neither asked for nor believed he possessed.

Judai... The name is a howl in his chest, a fiery vibration in every breath, and an insatiable desire to touch Judai, to hold him, to penetrate him, and to mark him. His fingers dig into the stone with a squeak, his nails scraping across its surface until they tear and bleed, a blinding hot pain shooting up his arms as he imagines how they would glide across Judai's bare back. Over every raised vertebra resting beneath warm, trembling skin, over soft, fluffy reddish brown and its sensitive bases, exposed and welcoming him. It would be salvation, if they could just melt together, moaning, even howling, until nothing remained of them.

But when he opens his eyes and he is still on the roof, completely alone, all that remains is the agonizing, all-encompassing pain that makes every pore of his body cry out for Judai. He is the one. And I lost him, before I really had him. Johan clenches his bloody hands into fists and, in a fit of overwhelming rage, pounds them against the railing.

“I will search. Until I find him and make him mine. Forever. Failure is not an option!”

He turns and storms off the roof, his tail lashing, into the brightly lit school building, whose light stings Johan's eyes and makes him blink repeatedly, tears streaming down his face. His reddened eyes scan the long hallway on the top floor before he begins to walk through the rooms, always on the lookout for a hint of brown tail tips or a slight whiff of warm cinnamon. He systematically works his way through all the floors and classrooms of the school building. He even searches the cafeteria, the changing rooms, and the gym. And with each setback, despair eats deeper into his heart like acid, where darkness has taken root like a parasite.

With slumped shoulders, he drags his tired legs across the campus, lit only by the stars, until he stands in front of the blue dormitory, which, majestically illuminated, could have sprung directly from a fairy tale. And yet everything in him resists taking a step through the door. Just the thought of his large, yawningly empty room with its ruined door makes his heart sink and his blood freeze. No, I would not be safe there. But where else could I recharge my batteries? Asking for a new room would not only raise questions, but also lead to a repeat performance. I had actually hoped to pamper Judai there. Now the room just disgusts me.

“Johan? Dude, how long are you going to stand there and growl at the house?”

Johan raises his head and blinks several times, but the image in front of him does not change. There in the semi-darkness, hidden like a thief, stands Kenzan with his hands on his hips. His heavy, scaly reptilian tail taps excitedly on the floor, which vibrates and throws Johan off balance a little.

“Uhh, what are you doing here, Kenzan? Aren't you in the Yellow Dorm?”

When Kenzan tilts his head and laughs nervously, it dawns on Johan. He approaches Kenzan and places a friendly, warm hand on his shoulder.

“Don't get caught.” His fingers are already sliding off the muscular shoulder when he pauses. He clears his throat and stares into Kenzan's face with a mixture of desperation and embarrassment. “Umm, Kenzan?”

Johan feels the muscles tense under his fingers as Kenzan avoids his gaze. A loud, resigned sigh escapes his lips, before he runs his fingers nervously through his curly hair.

“Aniki?”

Johan blinks briefly, but then remembers that both Sho and Kenzan called Judai that on the roof. So he nods immediately, feeling like a bobblehead.

“Are you sure about him?” Johan stares at him with his mouth open, which twitches dangerously. Is he sure? He doesn't know whether to laugh or cry. As if he could ignore the dull throbbing in his full testicles and the pulsing, raw rubbing of his member in his jeans. “You've heard the rumors. He's hurt enough,” Kenzan continues to ramble. And Johan could really kiss him for this noble attitude, if his body weren't contorting itself toward Judai. He changes his stance and shifts his hips slightly to the side, before a barely audible gasp escapes his lips.

“Oh. Uhh.”

“Yes,” mumbles Johan, scratching his cheek awkwardly. “Where can I find him? He wasn't at school.”

Kenzan stares at him with small, dark eyes that hold so much pity that Johan can taste it on his skin. Then he looks into the distance, over the trees, to the cliffs and the roaring sea. “Aniki... always disappears during mating season. We suspect he has a hiding place somewhere, but...” Kenzan shrugs helplessly instead of finishing the sentence, but he doesn't need to. Johan understands him anyway.

Then I'll be the first, he thinks, his heart pounding wildly and fiercely against his ribs. “Thanks, Kenzan.”

The curfew is a joke during mating season and exists more for the sake of good order than because it is rigorously enforced. Otherwise, Kenzan would be packing his bags by now, and he himself would be sitting in front of the director, listening to a lecture on good manners and role models. Instead, he sneaks along the corridors, pressed close to the white, cold plaster, like a thief. His white, fluffy ears twitch at every sound, sticking straight up from his uncombed hair and picking up everything like radar.

That's how he hears them before he runs into their arms. Two male Obelisk Blue students. Judging by the smell, a hyena and a wolf. Strange combination. But the lust dripping from their bodies like mating secretions, constricting Johan's throat with its fruity, dry scent, makes them unpredictable. I'm probably their target. Shit.

“Did you hear he's looking for that freak?”

“It's THE talk of the school.” The words are followed by a rustling sound, as if someone is sitting down or rubbing against something. “Maybe it's some kind of fox thing. You know, to first try what you know, and then to keep hunting?”

The laughter that follows is cold and sends chills down Johan's spine. His tails whip hard against his unprotected back, as he grits his teeth.

“We just have to show him a much more lucrative solution. You know, willing, wet partners... something Judai can't do.”

“Do you have a plan?”

“Oh, I do, come with me.”

Johan presses himself harder against the wall, as if he wants to merge with it, while he listens to the receding footsteps. This is my chance! Running as if the devil himself were after him, he races to his bedroom door, holding his breath, and gives it a disgusted, withering glance before flinging it open, scampering inside, and slamming the door shut with a loud, satisfying bang. For good measure, he locks the door before stomping over to the bed and falling forward onto it. His arms grab the soft, full pillow, into which he presses his face and screams loudly, while his fingers pull tightly on the fabric, until it makes grating, warning sounds.

He turns to the side and curls up like a small child, only to whimper loudly. This damn piece of fabric! With trembling hands, he reaches for his waistband and fumbles for his belt, which has taken on a life of its own, making the task as difficult as possible. As punishment, he throws the piece of leather to the other end of the room before threading the button through the hole and then pulling the zipper down in one painful slide. His penis springs free like a spring. The crab-red shaft glistens wet in the light of the digital clock, while the protruding veins pulsate to the beat of “We Will Rock You” and cause his testicles to contract.

His hands fall uselessly beside him onto the soft bed. Even if I touch myself, it brings no relief, so why try. No, all this is meant for one person alone... “Judai.” The name flits raw and fragile across his lips, like a forbidden fruit that no one must know about.

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If Johan thought the first week was pure torture, then the second week is utter hell. Although he avoids the campus, he is not even alone in the woods, which he constantly combs through looking for traces of Judai. They are everywhere, as if sprouting from the ground like toadstools. It's as if it's hunting season for snow foxes.

Johan presses himself against the rotten bark of a large oak tree, which cuts uncomfortably into his palms. Blood rushes unpleasantly in his ears and his carotid artery throbs in time with his racing heart. He shudders when he sees his two sticky, wet tails pressed against his thighs, seeking protection. I should have hidden them too. He looks down at himself and feels his old friend, disgust, slowly climbing up his legs, like the strange fluids that soaks his clothes and tails. How many pairs of jeans is that now? The sixth? If this keeps up, I'll have to walk around naked.

“Oh, snow fox... come out.”

I'll be damned, Johan thinks, baring his teeth. He shifts his weight and gasps sharply as a hot, stabbing pain, like a knife slowly cutting him open without anesthesia, races through his body. His midsection throbs. With a dull thud, the back of his head rests against the tree trunk, its bark raining down like confetti onto his hair and twitching ears. Judai... My cock is so full and ready for you... where are you? I don't want anyone but you!

“Do you really think someone as useless as Judai would spread his legs for you? Your seed is wasted on him!”

“The nine-tailed one is a sucker in bed anyway... without all that juice...”

“He should rip out his tails and give them away. That's all he's good for.”

Johan's fingernails claw into the rotten bark and destroy it in long, vertical, razor-sharp joints. His vision blurs in a blood-red filter and a deep lust for murder overtakes him, which has been simmering deep under his skin for several days and has risen closer to the surface with every further negative comment about Judai. If they don't stop, they'll be watching the radishes grow from below the ground. And no one will ever find them again!

Johan slowly crouches down and spots a stone, which he slowly picks up and examines with interest from all sides. Then a broad, sly grin spreads across his lips as his tail tips adorably brush against the cold, rough surface. Once more, he stands up and throws the stone high into the air in the opposite direction, where it lands with a rustle and a smell.

“Did you hear that? That must be him.”

“Let's go!”

They don't even try to be quiet. Idiots. While the group of four students chase after the stone like a horde of bulls, Johan ventures deeper into the island's dense forest. The scent of damp earth and moss surrounds him like a welcome cloak. The trees stand close together, the leaves rustling softly above him, and the light falls in narrow strips onto the uneven path. He left the open meadows, the light forest, and the campus far behind him. All that remains are the hidden, dark, and dangerous parts, like this forest near the cliffs, which, according to everything Johan has heard, no one enters voluntarily. He must be here. Somewhere. Alone. And I will find him. I have to find him, before I break.

His two visible white tails wag restlessly and the seven hidden ones vibrate under his coat, with every throb rushing through his hard, dripping member, which rubs relentlessly and begs for freedom against the open fabric of the pants he can no longer close. Every step is torture, the friction fueling the already blazing fire that makes him moan beggingly and pause. My cock is hard and dripping for him. And my testicles are so heavy and full... I hate it, hate myself, because I can't control it.

Suddenly, right in front of him, there is a rustling behind a row of dense bushes with red berries. No wind reaches this low to the ground, and before he can flee, two figures emerge from the undergrowth, which Johan immediately recognizes by their disgusting smells. The gray wolf and the beige hyena who had been waiting for him in the blue house. The ones who were plotting against him. One glance is enough to see that both are completely lost in the heat of mating season. Their tails, raised openly and aggressively, are dripping with mating secretions, which they spread everywhere, while their eyes glow with feverish delirium. Coincidence? Or did they... smell me?

“Well, look at that,” growls the gray wolf in a deep, hungry tone that makes Johan's neck hairs stand on end. “So deep alone in this dark forest. What if you get lost? That wouldn't be good, hmm?” He licks his lips and looks at the bulge between Johan's legs. Stepping closer, his tail whips excitedly back and forth before its tip taps against Johan's bulge, making him gasp sharply. “You smell so damn inviting. Let us help you relieve that.”

Johan recoils, his heart pounding in his throat. His eyes narrow, as he hisses, “Leave me alone.”

The gray one ignores the silent warning in Johan's words and presses against him until Johan's back hits the old, voluminous trunk of a pine tree. The dirty bark leaves dark streaks on his white shirt. It pushes him against the tree trunk, the bark digging into Johan's back.

“Come on, snow fox. We know you're full. We can smell it. Your testicles must be exploding.”

The hyena grabs Johan's wrists, while the dog presses himself onto Johan and grinds his own hips against Johan in a firm thrust. The dog's hard member, clearly visible through the fabric of his white school uniform, jabs uncomfortably and painfully into Johan's hip, eliciting a gurgling gasp from him, as his stomach churns.

“You make the most beautiful sounds, little fox. Let's hear more.”

A lump forms in his throat, making him gasp for breath. And as his vision blurs at the edges, he feels strange, hot hands on his hips, pressing him tighter against the body in front of him. Hot, moist breath brushes his cheek and neck. Johan struggles and writhes, which only makes the dog moan with pleasure. The rubbing against his own penis makes it even harder, pulsing with new intensity under the thin fabric of his fly. My own body... betrays me... Oh God, no.

“Yes, just like that. Let yourself go. Take us. Here. Now. That's what you need!”

Johan bares his teeth, before fighting back even harder with his arms, until his elbows collide with something soft, causing his attacker to gasp behind him. In order not to lose his sudden upper hand, he thrusts his thigh into the dog's soft parts in a single jerk, causing it to yodel loudly and collapse in front of Johan as if in prayer.

“Don't ever touch me again!” His voice breaks into a single, loud growl that echoes eerily and startles the birds nearby. He breathes heavily and literally vibrates with rage as his eyes stare at the two attackers with hatred and contempt. His hidden tails puff up and tug at the shirt that is tucked deep and tight into his pants. When he looks down at himself, he sees the wet traces of their juices right above his penis, dripping down in syrupy drops.

“You can't run away forever. Your body cries out for release.”

The lump in his throat presses unmistakably against his palate until he leans forward and vomits angrily into his attacker's lap. Amidst the loud screams, which are like music to Johan's sensitive ears, he groans, straightens up, and runs. He runs through the undergrowth, branches whipping his face, tugging at his clothes and tearing his skin in long scratches. Blood seeps warmly down his cheek, but he hardly feels it. His lungs burn, his legs tremble, and his member throbs painfully and unsatisfied in his ruined pants, making him want to howl.

“Just wait until we find you, snow fox!”

“Then there will be no escape!”

These touches... they disgust me. They are wrong. Everything is wrong... and unbearable. JUDAI!

Staggering, Johan breaks through the thicket of the forest and blinks. In front of him stands a single, dilapidated house, right in front of the cliffs. He sniffs the air, but all he can smell is the scent of the dog and the hyena, which clings to him like poison. Johan presses a hand to his aching, constricted chest, which is gasping for air, and looks back over his shoulder into the darkness of the forest. Staying here is too dangerous.

Carefully, staying in the shadows, he sneaks silently through the night, until he stands at the metal stairs of the house and examines it more closely. There are no lights on anywhere, and now that he is closer, he can only smell old, very faint odors, as if they had been left there long ago. Johan furrows his brow and tries to remember, despite his adrenaline rush and hormones, if he has heard of this house. He shoves his hands into his pants pockets and touches a sharp-edged, rustling square that gives him the final clue. He inhales sharply and finally smells it. That one scent. The one he wants to bathe in: warm cinnamon and wild wood. As if in a trance, he climbs the stairs, following his nose until he stops in front of the last door on the upper floor.

He reaches out a trembling hand and then freezes. His pulse races through the roof and sweat runs in cold, unpleasant streams down his back, only to be absorbed by the fur of his hidden tails. Johan licks his chapped lips and touches the doorknob. The door is unlocked, as if Judai had forgotten to lock it in his haste. Johan pushes it open slowly, and a wave of concentrated cinnamon hits him like a wrecking ball. The scent rushes through every pore, into every nerve and every drop of blood flowing through his body, until nothing of Johan's own essence remains. It smells like Judai. Everywhere. The sheets, the walls, the floor. Everything screams Judai, and Johan's body reacts to it like cats to catnip. A hot rush of lust dampens his already ruined pants and his testicles contract.

He closes the door behind him and leans against it with weak knees, surveying the room with a hopelessly pounding heart. The room is small and chaotic. Cards are scattered on the desk and in the rumpled lower bed. Johan inhales the scent deeply, which makes him high, even crazy, like a drug. The desire that burns hot and insatiable in his loins, and which has been further inflamed by the sacrilegious touches, becomes uncontrollable. Raw, animalistic instinct overwhelms him like a beast. He pulls his shirt over his head and throws it on the desk like a claim of ownership. His own intense scent of snow, cedarwood, and sensual desire spreads like a foreign body and merges with Judai's own. Not enough. I need more.

Growling, he rips his pants off and throws them out the door in a high arc, wrinkling his nose. His nine tails, now finally free, whip wildly against the door, trembling with excitement. Their roots, just above his ass, are swollen and wet from all the scent that dwells within them. Johan rubs himself against the door, pressing his body firmly against it so that his scent and his love drops, hot and sweet, stick to it and mark the room. Mine. My territory. My turf. And my goddamn Judai!

Shaky and on all fours, he crawls like a predator toward the unsuspecting, inconspicuous bed. With a broad grin, he jumps onto the unmade, protesting wood of the bed and rolls across its entire length before burying his face in the pillow and biting into the fabric. He tosses it back and forth like a toy. Ravenously, he takes in more of Judai's scent and begins to rub his hips hard and insatiably against the mattress as if in a mating act until his penis feels like it's about to fall off. Hot, salty tears burn in his tightly closed eyes and his cocks rub restlessly across the bed to spread the scent.

Johan rolls onto his back, his hand clenched tightly into the sheet and his eyes fixed on the base of the next bed. His feverish chest rises and falls with his frantic breathing as sweat runs down him like shimmering pearls. My seed is yours. Everything is yours. Without you, I can't come, no matter how much I want to.

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Warm rays of sunlight fall in a long, thin strip across his bare body and tickle his nose, which peeks out from under a fluffy reddish-brown tail that rises and falls in rhythm with his steady breathing.

“Hmm...” Judai grumbles as he turns around and presses his nine tails closer to him, while the wind ruffles his hair and fur, finally tempting him to open one eye a crack with its roaring. “Morning again...” His eyelid closes again, but his two ears twitch in his wildly sticking-out hair. Pretty quiet out there...

He shrugs indifferently and stretches, yawning like an oversized cat. The crackling of bones is drowned out by his relieved, long sigh. He sits cross-legged at the entrance to his den and brushes the hair from his face as he furrows his brow. Hmm, a little warm... Probably from sleeping. Nothing to worry about.

His eyes wander to the sandy wall, where three small, thin, and easily overlooked lines are emblazoned, before darting to his supplies, which have shrunk alarmingly. He chews on his lower lip and taps his chin thoughtfully. Even though he didn't pack the backpack himself this time, he can't say there wasn't enough in it. No. Tomoe is thorough and much more caring than Judai could ever be. And when he takes a closer look at the mess of empty cans and bottles, it's the water in particular that is disappearing far too quickly. Almost as if he had to put out a fire with it... His eyes widen and his hand involuntarily wanders to his flat, tense stomach, under whose skin the subtle muscles twitch.

“Oh shit.”

He jumps up and paces back and forth, his tails wagging agitatedly and his arms wrapped tightly around his stomach. His skin feels uncomfortably tight and tingles as drops of thick secretion run ticklishly down his inner thighs and spread throughout his den like blood splatters. The smell of overripe cinnamon and burnt wood makes him wrinkle his nose and pull the corners of his mouth down. His heart begins to beat uncontrollably fast, making him feel uncomfortable, as it pounds in his throat. Just like in another place. Gasping, he squeezes his buttocks together and sinks to his knees.

“Shit. Shit. Shit.”

Before his mind's eye appear two friendly, shining, emerald-green eyes peering through thick, shimmering turquoise fringes. Two fluffy, pointed ears stretched out toward him and a long body with two fluffy, snow-white tails waving in greeting complete the picture.

The growing rustling sound and the accompanying unpleasantly cool breeze at his rear end cause him to open his eyes. His heart pounds like a hammer against his ribs and a strong pulling sensation, as if someone were trying to cut open his stomach with a blunt scalpel, grips his abdomen. Judai grits his teeth and lets the waves of heat and cold roll over his body, until he collapses to the floor, panting weakly.

“J-Johan... what have you done?”

As much as he wants to blame Johan for this, he knows it's not justified. All that remains is to accept the truth once and for all. Fine, he's... uhh... mine... and I share him with four others who suit him so much better. Judai buries his face in his hands and groans in frustration. “Then why won't my stupid body stop? Johan himself said it! I heard it.”

Judai grumbles, as he pulls at his hair before rolling to the side and grabbing a pack of sausages. He tears open the plastic with his teeth, as if it were paper and then greedily devours the four sausages that were sleeping inside, without any table manners.

“When I inevitably have to get new supplies, I'll look... for him.” Judai grimaces and bangs his head against the crumbling sand wall in frustration at his own stupidity. Judai, Judai. Do you enjoy pain that much? Are you a masochist? His trembling fingers reach for the nearest blanket, which he wraps around himself like a hero's cape. He rocks slowly back and forth until he tips over to the side and falls into a restless sleep.

Judai awakens from his fading dream, only to fall back into the moss, whimpering. His skin burns from phantom touches, while an inner, all-consuming emptiness distorts him, deepening with every frantic breath. He places a trembling arm over his moist, salty eyes and gasps for air that he cannot get enough of into his lungs. Between his legs, in rhythm with his heart, it twitches and tingles, even as he restlessly rolls his hips back and forth. He hisses as a curious tail tip drives between his buttocks, which are hot and swollen, just like the tail roots above his buttocks. Shakily, he rolls onto his stomach and crawls to the nearest water bottle, the last one he has left. Like a drowning man, he hastily pours the contents down his throat. But it does not quench the thirst that is slowly clouding his senses and his thinking. His fingernails scrape dully and sharply across his thighs. I don't want to become a brainless, dick-driven bastard. A small whimper escapes his throat and immediately his fingernails dig deeper into his skin, which breaks open in burning protest and sheds metallic tears that mix with his secretions, rushing down in small streams to his sore insides. As his heavy eyes scan the small mark, he realizes that the first week has already passed.

Everyone should be busy now... and my own condition isn't getting any better, so...

Under cover of night, he sneaks along the cliffs, dressed in the only pair of clothes he has with him, which stick uncomfortably to him. His ears twitch at the slightest sound and his nose sniffs the air constantly, while his stomach churns uncomfortably, as if it wants to eat itself. It feels like I've walked into a Tchibo shop.

The closer he gets to campus, the more intense the smells and lustful cries become. With a stubborn gaze ahead, he sprints past a couple, hopefully unseen, one of whom is tied to a branch and playfully cries that he doesn't want it. Just a few meters further, on the other side of a waist-high stone behind which Judai seeks shelter, is a small group.

“Keep her legs spread wider.”

“I want to see everything.”

“What are you waiting for? Get in already!”

A loud, hotter scream follows the words, ringing in Judai's ears and making him shudder uncomfortably. Two of his tails perk up and cover his ears protectively as he swallows his whimper. Group sex? I could have done without all the crazy kinks. Manjome's mating was enough for me!

He sprints on as quickly and inconspicuously as possible. Through the well-tended garden, which is Tomoe's pride and joy, and past the entrance with all the stone tablets, until he stumbles into the school building with relief. Slowly and pressed against the wall, he sneaks past classrooms and the dueling arena until he stops dead in his tracks. His sensitive ears twitch upright. A grunt. Then an ecstatic sigh. From a voice that is familiar to him and makes his eyes widen.

Oh God, no. No. Nope. Not again. He takes a deep breath, straightens his shoulders, and then says to himself: Screw it.

He throws open the first door he sees and storms inside. Panting, he leans against the closed door and runs his cracked hands over his sweaty face and the wet ends of his hair, which are sticking to his burning forehead. His heart pounds in his throat as his body is shaken by hysterical giggles. Really, Asuka? In the duel arena? At least it wasn't in front of the entire student body.

He lowers his hands as his breathing calms down and furrows his eyebrows. His nose twitches and his tails begin to swing excitedly up and down. That smell... Snow and cedar wood. He knows it. Gasping, he sinks to his knees. A whole gush of syrupy fluid, which feels like he's peeing, flows out of him and his anus twitches and widens. Heat, like hot lava, races through his body in waves, causing the golden mark on his wrist to flare up. Twitching, he collapses forward, right into a pile of laundry, and suddenly his nose smells nothing but that cool, sharp scent that makes him whimper.

Shit. Shit. Not here! Pull yourself together, Judai! Come on!

Shaking and whimpering, he manages to get on all fours. His hips twitch tellingly, his ass high in the air, like an easy target. His teeth ache and saliva, forming in copious amounts, runs past the corners of his mouth, ready to bite into something particularly juicy. Juicy and so fulfilling... growling, he rocks his hips before lunging forward and disappearing back into the pile of clothes in one leap. His teeth catch on a lavender-colored shirt, which he proudly pulls out and dangles from his lips like a trophy as he leaves the obvious laundry room with his chest puffed out with pride and finishes his little shopping trip next door at the empty kiosk, where he comes across two already packed bags.

On the way back, he hears only happy purring and grunting. He sees naked, shiny bodies lying entwined in a nest of feathers, fur, or tails in the most impossible places. More than once, he has to step over them like a ghost as his fluids fall on them like acid. Golden light, like thousands of stars in the firmament, shimmers across the island. In the tall grass. In the sand and even in the sea itself. His own, newly inflamed, still cannot keep up. It is not complete... Judai bites harder on the cloth in his mouth and climbs back into his den. His abdomen is a single, contracting mass of aching muscles, and his member, which until now had been nothing more than a nice decoration on his body, fills with blood, leaving him unable to think.

“J-jo...han...”

The fabric of his pants rubs uncomfortably, so he rips them off and kicks them away. His wet shirt, which sticks tightly to his skin, is next, before he retreats to his bed of moss. Sighing contentedly, he continues to chew on the collar of the shirt, whose sleeves caress his heated skin pleasantly softly and spread the new, addictive scent everywhere until he can hardly smell his own sweetish scent anymore. A soft, contented purr leaves his lips and he curls up around the shirt.

That makes it a little more bearable. Johan's scent... Hmmm.

And yet an image creeps unhindered into his thoughts... of hands that are not his. Greedy hands that are all over Johan's body, to which Johan sighs and reaches out. Judai's eyes narrow and a dangerous sparkle glitters golden and cold in them as he growls animalistically and pulls and tugs at the shirt. Mine. All mine! Only to spit out the shirt, turn away whimpering, and pull hard at his hair. No. Nothing mine. I'm not good enough!

As the hot air, heavy with scent marks like sweet musk, cherry syrup, and the smell of freshly bonded, happy couples, is blown uninvited and torturously into his den with every gust of wind, Judai lies in his own sticky juice and stares at the damp ceiling. The lavender-colored shirt is pressed tightly between his legs. His hips press against the fabric in small, circular movements, which scratches uncomfortably against his reddened, raw skin and provides no relief. His skin is drenched in sweat and stretches in a sharp pull across muscles and tendons. Every little touch makes him moan and writhe. His tails whip the moss angrily and impatiently, while his nose sniffs the air. Searching for that clear, promising smell of snow and cedar forest.

“I-I'm going... c-crazy.” Panting and whimpering at the same time, he rolls onto his side. His fingers dig into the soft sand, leaving deep scratches. “J-Johan... T-this is... torture.” His fragile, toneless voice is a pitiful cry for help that falls on deaf ears, inaudible.

Unable to bear his own smell and the feverish sweat that sticks disgustingly to his skin, he drags himself to the exit of his cave and looks down at the calm sea. In the distance, far away from his hiding place, he can hear leaves rustling and panting. Probably another new couple... He grimaces and slowly and carefully climbs down the wall. His tails, spread out behind him, help him keep his balance and prevent him from falling to his death. At the same time, they spread his scent mark and his fluid, which is stuck deep in his fur , making it sticky.

With a loud splash and a liberating, relieved gasp, he dives into the salt water, which burns like tiny pinpricks on his skin, which is much too hot. Shaky fingers run between his buttocks and feel the swollen skin and the wide, twitching hole in which he could easily bury four of his fingers... Judai flinches and drops his fingers as if he had burned himself. Instead, he pulls his knees to his chest and wraps his limp arms and heavy tails around them. With his eyes closed, he tilts his head back and tries not to think about anything, otherwise the shame of his unrestrained behavior would devour him like a delicacy. Water droplets run like tears down his forehead and cheeks, reuniting with the sea that reaches up to his neck.

Judai cannot say how long he sat there under the waxing moon. Since his encounter with Johan, his sense of time has been completely ruined. On the one hand, everything passes in the blink of an eye, and on the other, it drags on like chewed gum. Judai cannot even tell what day it is, let alone what time.

As he hoists himself out of the water with a heavy sigh and takes a deep breath, his leg slips and he lands back in the sea with a loud splash. Spluttering and gagging, he fights his way back to the surface and drags his trembling body ashore with the strength of his limp upper arms alone. His tails tremble uncontrollably as they straighten up and search pulsatingly. D-did I... imagine that? Is it r-really already t-time? Judai tilts his head, turning it from left to right, turning his own body before opening his eyes wide.

Clear snow and cedar forest. And so close, too. A squeak, embarrassingly shrill and loud, leaves his scratchy throat. And before he can really think about how foolish and stupid he is acting, his uncoordinated legs rush off. J-johan... Jo... han... Ignoring the pulling and stinging in his stomach and the liquid ooze running down in rivers and leaving puddles, he stumbles along the beach until it leads into the deepest forest on the island. Branches and bushes slap against his unprotected, burning skin, leaving bloody, deep, burning scratches. Roots that suddenly appear and wrap around his ankles cause him to fall, tasting musty earth that mixes with his sweat, blood, and secretions, forming a musty, unsightly brown layer that literally burns him from the inside out.

There! With trembling hands, he pushes the bush aside and stands rooted to the spot. There, under a pine tree, is Johan. His scent of snow and cedar forest is agonizingly deep and so thick that it melts like syrup on Judai's tongue. And yet Johan is not alone. Of course he is not alone. How could he be? What else did Judai expect?

His heart contracts and shatters into a thousand tiny pieces. And yet he cannot look away. Not from the erotic, hard hip movements accompanied by slapping sounds. From Johan's moans, which sign his death sentence like a single knife stab to his stomach. Like a computer, he absorbs unfiltered how two brown tails knot with Johan's white one...

Judai presses his lips together into a hard line and swallows the mournful whimper that burns in his lungs. His hands fall uselessly to his sides, like his tails. He has found someone... of course he has... who would wait for me...

The realization hits him like a punch in the stomach, and at the same time pulls him back from his stupor. Judai turns around with burning eyes. His movement is nothing more than a mechanical muscle memory. At the edge of the forest, he collapses in front of a bush and vomits in a loud, croaking gush of stomach acid. His stomach feels as if there are stones in it. With his last ounce of strength, he drags his aching, cooling body back to the only safe place for him. There he curls up into a tiny ball. His only comfort comes from his nine tails, which cover his head and ears as they always have. His fingers dig deep into the moss, searching for support and furious at the same time, as a stifled cry escapes from his trembling body. Why? First hope, only to shatter it completely...

“I can't do this anymore... I don't want to anymore...”

His small, half-hidden pupils stare at the entrance to his cave. A deep, open hole, like the one between his buttocks, which trembles and pulsates relentlessly, but no longer secretes any fluid. Tears, salty and bitter, run down his cold cheeks and seep into the sand and moss along with his scent until his eyes close...

But even in sleep, he is tormented. By the bell-like laughter. By shimmering eyes, the color of polished emerald, and two wisps of hair in that deep, pure white, which Judai wishes would caress his skin, gently and barely perceptibly. And that scent. Of a home, only to snatch it away from him in the form of strange, groaning hands and wake him with painful screams. Gasping and gagging at the same time, he rolls onto all fours and crawls to the unprotected entrance of his den. There he stares longingly at the moon, which envelops him in a beam of white light. Then he turns away with a joyless smile and glowing cheeks. His bloody, trembling fingers grasp the angular surface of a boulder and pull. Gasping and shuffling, and with the help of his nine blunt tails, he manages to move the stone. Every inch takes the redeeming light and the clear, salty air with it, until nothing remains but miserable blackness, which welcomes Judai protectively and without protest.

“F-finally... I can r-rest...”

Judai slumps down with his back to the closed entrance onto his disheveled, sticky moss bed. He pulls his legs up loosely and then spreads his nine tails limply behind him in a dying brown sea. They involuntarily reveal his visible, hotly pulsating, deep wound, which is slowly crusting over and yet screaming silently. Weary brown eyes close and his body slackens in cold sweat and rising temperatures.

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Four weeks! Four weeks full of false leads, threats, and chases. And still no Judai. This damn island isn't that big! A barely audible whimper escapes his rough throat, raw from all the hissing, howling, and growling he has used to communicate with others over the past few weeks.

The only exception is his hoarse, adoring cries of Judai's name under the cover of the neutral night, when he once again tries unsuccessfully to relieve the pressure in his testicles, unfulfilled and with his hand pressed between his legs. His eyes are red-rimmed and sunken as he scans the high cliffs with them while dragging his body along the base of them.

Even though every single step he takes, groaning and in pain, is a struggle against his body, which tortures him with a rock-hard, throbbing penis and heavy, thick testicles that bang against his thighs like bells.

He stumbles over a stone and catches himself at the last second with an outstretched hand on the sandy wall, which digs uncomfortably sharply into his bloody fingers. With his head hanging down and his eyes closed, he remains half-suspended, giving his body a much-needed breather in which he calms his frantic breathing and takes steady, shallow breaths.

Then he straightens up and wipes the sweat from his forehead with the arm that supported his weight and gasps.

“I-is that... really...?” Trembling, he raises his arm and sniffs it like a madman. His eyebrows knit together before he hesitantly sticks out his tongue and, with his eyelids half-closed, licks his forearm thoroughly and hastily at the same time. A deep rumbling vibrates through his chest, which he can feel all the way to the tips of his tails, which spread out like a fan behind him and swing greedily in the wind like a pendulum. “Ooooh... yes, Judai...” His greedy eyes dart unfocused across the sea, the sand, the rocks, but nothing. No mirage, no human, and certainly no Judai. And yet there is this scent. Sweeter than any seduction. Richer than any forbidden fruit. And yet old. Faded. But it is a trace. One that briefly puzzles him and leads to a frustrated growl. Then he turns to the cliffs and presses his face into the white, sandy rock, shimmering like pearls in the moonlight. His nostrils flare as he takes a deep breath and pumps the beloved scent into his lungs. Hot cinnamon, wild, crackling wood, and burnt, liquid gold. Whimpering, he licks the sand without thinking or questioning his actions. Higher and higher, with the wind at his back, which slams him brutally and saltily against the sharp wall and at the same time inspires him to new heights.

Bloody, twitching fingers and pulsing muscles that burn like acid under the skin of his arms pull and tug Johan onto a rocky outcrop, where he lies limp, gasping for air like a starfish. His heart pounds brutally and far too fast against his lungs, which are on fire. His tails, impatient and stubborn, tug and pull until he opens his eyes a crack and sees an opening. An opening that at first glance is not one, but when he looks closer, he sees the cracks... the unnatural, non-covering closure that is a deception. His tails press powerfully and tremulously against the stone. At the same time, the unbearable throbbing in his testicles triggers a pulling sensation in his abdomen that briefly takes his breath away. Then, hissing and snarling at the same time, the stone moves millimeter by millimeter. Bright moonlight falls into the darkness and sustains it in a lengthening, cone-like strip. With tails whipping wildly and excitedly, he follows the light. Next to the sandy ground, lined with clothing, packaging material, and bottles, he is greeted by a faint, almost extinguished cinnamon scent. His ears twitch as he hears quiet, frantic, rasping breathing sounds that draw him in like the light draws a moth.

At the back, in the darkest corner, he finds what he was looking for... and nothing, absolutely nothing, could have prepared him for the sight that hits him like a collision with a truck. Judai lies motionless and completely naked on his side. A thin layer of sweat, sparkling like glitter in the moonlight, covers his trembling body.

His skin is pale, almost translucent, and his ribs stand out sharply, individually and countable. Between his legs, which are drawn up, there are only crusty, cracked traces of the long-drained fluid. But his body is open, wide open, and the sensitive folds are swollen, pink and scratched. Like his thighs. A silent, desperate testimony to a painful, inaudible cry for his companion. For him. And finally, the nine brown tails lying around him, dull and limp. With dusky, matted fur, spread out, lackluster and accusatory.

Johan falls to his knees, unable to look away as the image burns itself deep into his brain. Judai... that proud, aloof fox, now broken and empty, lying there like a shadow of his former self. And yet... yet he is beautiful. Still everything Johan wants. His only mate, the one he feels he has waited for his whole life.

Tears blur his vision and a raw, unrestrained sob bursts from his throat. Even as he tells himself over and over that he has no right to it. This... His Judai. He is responsible for this. If only he hadn't followed Sho and Kenzan! So much would be easier. For him. But above all for Judai.

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Johan crawls quietly toward the moss bed, shakily raising a hand. Bloody fingertips touch fiery, wet skin before retreating. Instead, Johan lies down next to Judai and pulls him carefully into his trembling arms, as if he were made of glass that could shatter before his eyes at any moment.

Johan holds the overheated body close to his and rocks it gently back and forth. The heat radiates from Judai in feverish waves, which Johan immediately absorbs, leaving him gasping for breath. It increases the desire that heats his own skin and makes his member throb hard in rhythm with his heartbeat.

His soft lips brush the wet cheeks, glowing forehead, and trembling, flushed ears, which are buried in flat, dull brown hair. “I found you,” he whispers again and again. “Finally. I'm so incredibly sorry, Judai. But I promise you, everything will be fine now.”

Judai's whole body trembles uncontrollably in his arms, like a leaf in a storm. But the beautiful chocolate-brown eyes he was only allowed to see briefly remain closed. The only sign that Judai is still there is his shallow, rapid breathing, which makes Johan feel so helpless, so powerless.

It shouldn't have ended like this... His emerald-colored eyes dart around frantically, but he can't find anything that might help. Going down to the sea is not an option. Not with Judai in his arms. That rules out the school infirmary, which has enough medication... Sure, he could go himself, but after all the exertion... and Judai's poor condition... no, that would be even more irresponsible than what has already happened. Think, Johan! There must be something... Sobbing, Johan buries his face in the crook of Judai's neck when it occurs to him. A possibility! A glimmer of hope.

Johan slides higher so he can look at Juda's tousled head and lets his tongue slip out, trembling with desire and desperation, lightly nudging Juda's reddish-brown, soft tufts of fur, which are so sensitive, so vulnerable. He licks gently over the outer edge of the right ear and immediately tastes the salty fever that sticks the fine fur together. His tongue strokes the sensitive inside, tenderly sucking on the fine hairs that tremble at his touch as if sighing for Judai. Johan gently bites into it, nibbles and playfully pulls on the soft edge, before licking deeper into the ear canal with his tongue.

A toneless, barely audible whimper sounds, so faint that Johan thinks he has imagined it. Instead, his tongue wanders further, over the burning hot cheeks, where he tastes the salt of old tears that have long since dried. Over the swollen eyelids and delicately over the torn, bitten lips, which are as dry as desert soil can ever be. How Johan would love to go further, to explore the lips in a deep, life-giving, hungry kiss, but instead he turns away from them. His tongue slowly, almost reverently, strokes the glowing skin on his neck, which pulsates under his touch as if Judai's body is welcoming him. He tenderly sucks on the sensitive spot where the pulse is weak but feverishly racing. A frantic, desperate fluttering that gives Johan hope and makes his heart beat faster but calmer.

The glowing, sweat-drenched skin tastes of salt and fever, of Judai, of everything Johan has missed for four weeks, and it slowly cools under his tongue, stretching toward him as if Judai's body instinctively knows that it is healing him. Johan moans softly into the skin as the tip of his nose gently traces the throbbing, vital vein and finally wanders over the collarbone.

The tip of his tongue traces every edge, every indentation of Judai's sharp, visible ribs, which rise and fall with each shallow breath, as if he wants to memorize them in every detail. Purring, he moves on. To the hard nipples, which he slowly circles before sucking on them gently and moaning deeply until he feels them harden even more under his tongue.

And suddenly there is that sound again. A soft, barely audible whimper. So shaky and broken that it brings tears to Johan's eyes and threatens to tear his heart apart with a mixture of love and guilt. It awakens a desire that almost breaks him, that makes him throb harder. No. Not yet. Judai first. I can wait. I've waited four weeks...

He bites tenderly at the nipples, nibbles at the sensitive skin, and licks hungrily and smacking over the small, hard buds, sucking harder until Judai squirms. His whimpering is louder and stronger, urging Johan to continue. So he slides deeper down Judai's body, over the flat, feverish stomach that tenses under his tongue. Further down to the sensitive groin, where the skin is so thin that Johan can feel the pulse beneath it. He licks the same spot over and over before sucking on it, until Judai lets out a mewl and gasps for air. His feverish eyes survey his work so far, and a deep, contented purr echoes in the vast emptiness of his chest. Juda's skin glistens and shimmers. Small red marks that make Johan's cheeks glow line his lower abdomen. And yet, he still has a lot of work to do.

He returns to the groin, nibbling at it, angling down and removing the old, encrusted taste of secretions that had once been sweet and inviting with his tender, albeit hungry tongue. He removes every trace on his way to the insides of Juda's thighs, which open tremulously under his touch. Moaning, he scrapes his teeth over the encrusted skin, while his own member drives him mad with its aching vibration and the insatiable drops of lust that drip slowly and agonizingly down its underside.

Silently, barely noticeably, and so incredibly weakly, Judai lifts his hips, as if to call Johan back. Johan feels the desperation in this small gesture, the same desperation that has consumed him for four weeks, and it makes him kiss him right between Judai's legs.

Judai gasps in a trembling, broken sound that makes Johan's heart ache. Shaky hands, weak from fever and the agonizing weeks of separation, grope lost and slowly over the moss until they meet Johan's tingling, warm, trembling skin and dig into the unprotected, yielding skin like sharp razor blades. Whimpering, the fingers tremble, unable to move another millimeter, but bravely and unmistakably conveying their message to Johan: Stay. Please stay. I missed you so much.

Instead of responding verbally, Johan opens his hot, drooling mouth and slips it over Judai's throbbing manhood. Slowly and lovingly, as if Judai were the most precious thing he had ever had, his lips enclose the swollen, glowing length. His tongue gently caresses under the tight foreskin that protects the glans and over every raised vein on the underside of the penis, which swells and pulsates under the tender touch. He sucked tenderly on the exposed glans, which surrenders to him and spreads tears of relief across his lips, which Johan slurps down with relish.

He tastes Judai completely, the fever and desire blazing in the exhausted body and the life returning, running down his rough throat in sweet, salty drops, eliciting a wail from Johan, deep, dark, and promising. The sensual taste, which can quickly become addictive, brings tears to Johan's eyes, which run down his cheeks like relief, like liberation, and fall hissing onto Judai's skin, where they are completely absorbed.

In long, steady movements, he pushes the vibrating length deeper into his mouth and withdraws it again. Again and again, in a never-ending loop. And even though Johan's jaw feels like someone is cutting it open with a knife without anesthesia and his muscles burn as if they are about to tear apart at any moment, he licks, drools, and hums over Judai's sensitive glans, which remains in his wet cave. His tongue circles it and then presses emphatically into the small opening in the center of the tip until Judai arches his back, trembling, and a throaty, stifled cry echoes through the cave, as dark and promising as the stream of sweet-salty, pearl-like liquid that Johan drinks loudly and greedily. It burns like good old rum on his palate, leaving him hungry for more.

So Johan doesn't stop sucking, until Judai's member lies empty and limp on his tingling tongue. He lovingly licks the entire length of the hot organ, removing the last of the semen, knowing full well that he is prolonging Judai's ecstasy, which he follows with half-closed eyes, grunting. With a wet kiss, breathing heavily and his chest heaving violently, Johan detaches himself from Judai's body. He pushes his lower jaw back and forth, until it cracks briefly and sharply, before gently but firmly massaging his own damp cheeks. It's painful, and I'm sure I'll have trouble eating anything for the next few days, but that's nothing compared to the last few hellish weeks.

His fingertips float lightly from the collarbone, over the pulsating chest and twitching stomach, to Judai's narrow waist. Only to pause briefly and raise himself up on his knees. The sandy ground, covered with wet moss, sinks a little, but that doesn't bother him. On the contrary.

It secures his footing as he touches Judai's still warm skin with his large, battered hands, which span the much too narrow, protruding hips, thin and almost transparent. In a single gentle and careful turn, he lays Judai's weakened body back down on the moss, chest first. "Shhh... I'm here. I'm really here with you," Johan murmurs against Judai's wet, sticky hair as he carefully turns Judai's head to the side. He takes the limp hands, one after the other, and squeezes them before placing them on the soft, crumpled piles of fabric, into which they gently claw.

Feverishly hot lips wander over Judai's shivering back. Starting with the pointed shoulder blades, which shine uncomfortably through the skin and are sharp-edged. Over the spine, whose individual vertebrae he teasingly traces with his tongue, applying light pressure, and finally sucks on, until that sinfully addictive sound flits across Judai's lips.

When he reaches the base of his tails, he hesitates for a moment.

“P-please...” Delicate and vulnerable, yet healing at the same time, Judai's first word in four weeks reaches his twitching ears. His body vibrates with the irrepressible desire to cheer loudly. Instead, he clears his throat briefly before a tender smile plays around his lips.

Johan lowers his head, his emerald eyes full of tears and infinite tenderness, and begins to clean the matted brown tails one by one, starting with the thickest, the symbol of Judai's infinite strength. No one else could have endured these four weeks like this...

“I am so infinitely proud to be your mate.”

He takes the first tail, which lies limp and dull, sticky with sweat and weeks of loneliness. His cracked, calloused fingers glide carefully through the fur, loosening the knots and tremulously caressing the sensitive skin beneath, as if he wants to wipe away every scar of pain. Then he lowers his lips and his tongue slides out, warm and moist.

It licks slowly, patiently, almost reverently over the fine hairs until they have a smooth, shimmering texture. He sucks gently on the sensitive root, where he tastes salt, fever, the bitter aftertaste of despair. And underneath, light and inconspicuous, but so relieving at the same time, that sweet, wild scent of Judai.

Judai trembles beneath him, a soft, croaking whine escaping his throat, hoarse and rough, as if he hadn't spoken in weeks. To Johan's delight, Judai's legs twitch and his elegant toes dig deep into the sandy floor of the cave, clawing as if he wants to hold on, as if he wants to prevent the wave of sensations from washing him away. A fragile purr follows, deep and vibrating, a sound that goes through Johan's bones, making him shudder. Because he knows that Judai is enjoying it and, more importantly, showing it: I couldn't ask for a greater gift.

Johan continues to work his way forward. The second tail, then the third. Each one as if it were a sacred act, as if each tail were a piece of Judai's soul. His tongue glides over each tail root, sucking tenderly and licking the fine, small hairs smooth, which slowly transition into thick, fluffy fur. He lets go of the fluffy tails, when all nine are shining red-brown again, glossy, wild, and alive, as if Johan had breathed new life into them. Juda's scent, pure and strong, rises into the air, and his hips slide back and forth, twitching. A soft, whimpering meow rings out.

“I know... It feels even better soon.”

Johan kisses the soft skin just below the tail roots. His hands gently and tenderly spread Judai's twitching thighs, as if he doesn't want to scare him. His warm, wet tongue darts out, toward Judai's open, crusted anus, which still bears witness to weeks of loneliness. Crusted with old, dried secretions and so swollen and raw.

The folds are swollen, pink, glowing, and so sensitive that Judai winces softly at the first touch. His hips twitch involuntarily. A faint but desperate sign that, despite everything, his body wants more, needs more.

His tongue strokes gently, almost reverently, over the swollen skin, which tastes of dryness, despair, and raw, feverish heat radiating from Judai's core. Each touch brings moisture, warmth, and pure, desperate love. It is slow, circular, and infinitely tender, as if he wants to rebuild Judai with every stroke, kiss away every scar of pain, fill every second of emptiness with his taste.

The clear fluid that signals readiness to mate begins to drip again under Johan's gentle caresses. Very slowly and hesitantly. The taste overwhelms Johan, sweet as honey, hot as molten fire, feverish and alive, a nectar that intoxicates him, makes him high, makes him addicted, makes his own member continue to throb and swell with insatiable hunger. He moans deeply and throatily into Judai. A sound he barely recognizes, and it hits him like a bolt of lightning. It makes Judai's insides vibrate with the echo.

His lips gently suck on the sensitive skin before his tongue circles the entrance with slow, circular movements that make Judai squirm. Johan penetrates tenderly, his tongue pushing into the tight, glowing heat, tasting Judai completely, savouring the fever, the desire, the life. He tastes him so deeply, so intimately, that his own body burns and vibrates.

Judai winces louder, his hands weakly grasping the fabric, pulling it closer and clawing into it as if he never wants to let go. His tails lift and open, trembling. The fur brushes Johan's cheeks, soft and warm, a sensual, tingling caress that makes Johan lick even deeper, suck harder, urges him to drink every drop of Judai's sweet nectar until Judai comes.

The fluid flows hot and sweet onto Johan's tongue, thick and sticky, in hot, pulsing spurts. It runs down the corners of his mouth and over Johan's lips, over his chin and down his swallowing throat. A never-ending stream that makes Johan moan. He thrusts his tongue deeper into the hot channel, circling and licking, pressing against the twitching walls until they contract as if they never want to let him escape again. Johan continues to milk him, sucking and prolonging the sweet torment that races in waves through Judai's body as he presses his hips up against Johan's face.

As the tremors subside and Judai relaxes beneath him again, he pulls his mouth back, licking and kissing. His dark green eyes stare at the wet, invitingly twitching anus, which is so wide open. Gasping for breath, Johan licks his lips, on which he can still feel Judai keenly, while his insides flare up. His lower abdomen is painfully tense, as if it will explode at any moment, if he doesn't finally plunge into the heat that lies before him like a gift.

“J-Judai...” His voice is brittle and so dark, yet Judai's name sounds like a promise, a revelation to his own ears.

“...mo...re...”

“Yes.”

Johan gently turned Judai onto his side, his hands vibrating with tension and infinite tenderness, as if he were afraid of breaking him and at the same time afraid of never letting him go again. Judai's skin glowed under his fingers, hot and sweaty, and Johan could feel every rib, every trembling muscle movement. He lay down behind him, close and protective. Johan's body nestled warmly against Judai's back, as if he wanted to merge with him completely. Carefully and lovingly, he lifted Judai's top leg and placed it gently but firmly on his thigh before pulling him closer until there was not a millimeter between them. Purring contentedly, he felt Judai's steady heartbeat on his chest as if it were his own. Thump. Thump... Full of life.

He kisses Judai's neck, tenderly, reverently, his lips brushing the burning skin that tastes of pain and loneliness. “I have you,” he whispers, his voice rough with the love that overwhelms him. “I'll give you what you... no... what we need.” The words are a promise he whispers softly into Judai's fluffy ear, which he caresses tenderly and leisurely with his nose. His breath fans hotly over the tiny hairs that move tenderly back and forth, as if to greet him. He opens his lips and sucks on the thin skin, and Judai presses himself against him with a faint hiss.

“Soon. I promise... just... one more moment.”

Johan positions himself. His member, a single pulsating, wet club, heavy with four weeks of unfulfilled desire, penetrates him very calmly, very carefully. Inch by inch, as if he wants to savor every second, as if he wants Judai to feel how much he loves and needs him.

God, Judai is so hot. And so tight, even though he's wide open. Johan narrows his eyes and gasps long and deep from his belly, right into Judai's trembling ear.

Judai's body opens up to him, despite his feverish weakness. He pulls him deeper and deeper, milking him with weak but heartbreaking twitches, until his overflowing testicles rest against his ass cheeks and the wet, hot fluid literally sticks them together.

Judai's mewling, rough and quiet, so unbearably quiet... and his hips, pressing weakly against Johan's lower abdomen, silently begging for more... It's like a dream, a fever dream that Johan didn't dare to dream. Not once. And now he is here, with Judai in his arms, his penis buried deep inside Judai's body... A torturous yet liberating sob makes its way out of his chest, which feels far too tight. Hot tears run down his rough cheeks and drip into his brown hair. His body trembles with every moan.

“Finally... One... Forever, Judai... no less.”

A weight lifts from his heart and his muscles, trembling and tense, relax. These words... they are a conclusion for him, and Judai had to hear them. He must understand that this is not a one-time thing. That their connection is far more than lust, and he hopes... that Judai sees it the same way.

Johan holds him tight, his arms wrapped around Judai's chest. One hand rests on his heart. Under his fingers, he feels the racing pulse. His other hand caresses Judai's tense stomach tenderly and possessively at the same time, tracing his length under the thin layer of skin with a moan.

Johan barely moves. Only small, deep thrusts that are barely there. More like gentle waves, like deep caresses from within, pulsing in time with their hearts and making Judai gasp every time. Their dance is by no means demanding or hasty, let alone rushed. No, Johan circles leisurely with his hips. His member caresses Judai's muscles affectionately. The vibrating veins on the underside of his penis touch every sensitive throbbing cell inside Judai, which tremble and contract greedily. Johan withdraws only a few millimeters from Judai, who immediately growls in protest and presses his canal together, pulsing hotly.

A small, breathless laugh escapes Johan's lips. His cheek nestles against Judai's hair, right next to one of his fluffy ears, spreading his lustful scent there. He pushes his penis back into Judai, until his growling subsides, and instead, hot fluid bathes their joined bodies.

A lightning-fast impulse races down his spine like a single, all-consuming stream of lava, and he cries out in bliss and ecstasy. His tails tremble before a warm, tingling pull begins at the base, as if an invisible hand were gently but firmly pulling the roots together. Brown tails slither past him and climb, caressing white, full, twitching fur. The fine tufts rub electrically against each other until the tips of the fur reach the swollen roots and gently knot together. A golden spark jumps across, a tiny flash of pure light and heat that races through Johan's entire body, directly into every fiber of his body and into the flaming seal on the underside of his wrist. It feels like an intimate kiss, like an embrace that connects not only their tails but their souls. Johan's gasp is a deep, animalistic sound that bursts from his chest. The feeling of their knotted tails is sensual, intimate, and unbearably beautiful.

The rubbing of warm fur against fur is pulsating, as if the tails have a heart of their own that beats in time with theirs. The steady glow spreads from the roots, through his spine, into his abdomen, and finally into his member, which pulses deep inside Judai. Johan's vision blurs and he buckles under the wave-like impulses racing through his body in an endless loop. On the edge, as if through cotton wool, he hears Judai. Croaking, toneless, and unrestrained. Just as his buttocks dig firmly into Johan's abdomen.

“Yes... that's it. Let me guide you...” His fingers massage Judai's yielding waist, gently encouraging him to circle. I don't want it to end. Ever...

His penis loses more and more drops, which mix with Judai's juices, like their scents. Sliding in and out becomes slippery and easier. Time itself seems to stand still, filled with breathless whimpers and gasps as their bodies rub gently against each other.

Finally, inevitably, Johan feels it. That telltale, subtle tremor in Judai's body and the lifting of his hips. Added to this is the faster pulsing of the walls around his member, contracting like a vice, and the louder wails that sound suspiciously like Johan's name. Their intertwined tails twitch and slim, crusty fingers claw deep and painfully into the back of his hand.

Suddenly, Johan stops moving. His lower body is pressed against Judai's rear, and his throbbing penis, enveloped in the glowing heat that milks him, cries deep inside Judai's belly. He takes a deep breath and feels Judai's hard heartbeat against his chest. He shakily raises himself up on one elbow and leans forward. A finger caresses Judai under the chin, which willingly pushes toward him. And so, brittle, inviting lips are only a blink of an eye away. They plead and beg Johan before he takes them by storm. Mouths merge in a deep, slow kiss, and his tongue licks gently and sucks in Judai's hot mouth. It nudges against Judai's tongue, rubbing and sucking on him before they entwine in a sensual tango. Judai mewls into the kiss. His body jerks more heavily against him and his inner muscles loosen their tight grip around Johan's throbbing length.

With a smacking sound, their caressing lips part, sliding along their cheeks. Then he wanders back up to Judai's ear. He sucks lovingly on the soft, reddish-brown tufts of fur and licks the sensitive inside. Next, he blows into it until Judai gasps loudly and becomes even wetter.

Johan whispers, his voice rough with the desire that keeps him on the edge: "Not yet... every second... I want to feel you trembling around me... how you love me..." His hips move in a slow, maddening grind. His testicles contract and his blood causes his knot to swell at the base of his penis. Judai's hips press against him, rolling. His walls massage his length.

Johan pushes his hips slightly to the side and the angle is different. His weeping penis rubs against Judai's inner wall in a long thrust, until the glans pulsates against his prostate, making Judai cry out. His muscles contract tremulously and a new surge of fluid bathes the canal and everything in it. Judai's body arches and presses deeply onto Johan's penis. Johan hisses as he draws in air and clutches Judai's waist in a firm, iron grip. Leaning his sweaty forehead against Judai's trembling shoulder, Johan whispers through clenched teeth, “Not yet... feel me... feel how much I need you...”

Juda's tears mix with sweat, his body pressing against Johan in a mixture of greed and desperation. His body is so electrified that it vibrates incessantly. He curls up against Johan, his muscles aching, throbbing painfully against his penis. A hoarse hiss that breaks halfway through but still sounds threatening, making Johan smile. He repeats their slow, sensual lovemaking, which becomes more intense with every denied climax. His restless fingers caress Juda's stomach and then his chest. They tug and pull, rubbing his nipples back and forth between his fingers. The sweat flowing in streams over their bodies, making them glisten orange-red in the light of the rising sun, eases the gentle rocking of their hips. Their tails press tighter together and with one last strong push against Judai's prostate, his internal muscles clench tightly around Johan as semen spurts in hot, small bursts onto Judai's chest.

Johan comes deep inside Judai, with a quiet, stifled moan that comes from the depths of his soul. His semen shoots hot and endless into Judai's welcoming canal. The love juice fills him to the brim and bulges his abdominal wall, mixing with the fluid that continues to flow from Judai's insides, sticking to Johan's swelling manhood. A thick, pulsating knot that slowly but inexorably expands and binds them tightly together.

It feels like an intimate embrace, as Judai's glowing walls squeeze his ever-growing knot and force the last drops of semen from his hard member. Johan feels every millimeter of the tight, feverish grip around his knot, which slides deeper into Judai with every heartbeat.

The heat is overwhelming. Judai's insides are burning. It feels as if Johan is trapped in a hot oven from which he never wants to escape. Ecstasy and agony at the same time. He cannot move, neither in nor out. Trapped in the glowing heat, in the feverish, sucking grip that makes him come again and again until his testicles are empty. In small, hot spurts that fill Judai, that make him overflow until the mixture of moisture and semen runs down their skin in a sticky, hot broth, down Judai's thighs, over Johan's testicles pressing against Judai's skin.

The knot pulsates as it reaches its full size. It fills Judai, stretching him gently but relentlessly, until Judai's canal encloses Johan like a fist. Judai's whimpering body trembles, massaging the enclosed member in rhythm with their hearts.

Johan buries his heavily breathing face in Judai's neck. His teeth scrape tenderly and delicately across the sweaty skin. His own heart pounds hard against his chest, and the irrepressible urge to mark Judai makes him bite into Judai's neck with a sucking motion. At the same time, rough fingers caress the swollen abdominal wall reverently in circular movements.

Judai's trembling increases, and is so strong that the knot vibrates and Johan bites harder. Fingers cling possessively and painfully onto Johan's upper arm, onto which bitter, large tears dripped. Johan nestles closer to Judai and rocks their joined bodies back and forth, while Judai cries loudly and ugly.

“Let it out. Let it all out,” Johan whispers gently and sensitively against Judai's neck. “I'm here.”

Outside the cave, the sun rises higher and higher in the sky, casting its comforting yellow light on their entwined bodies and the mix of reddish-brown and white fur that forms a fluffy nest and protects their bodies from cooling down.

🦊

Two days later, under cover of dusk, Johan sprints toward the red dormitory. The hurried steps jolt uncomfortably through Judai's body, who winces and presses his eyes shut, burying his face in the scratched crook of his neck.

“Sorry.” A whisper, directly into his twitching ears, which must be caressing Johan's cheek. “But we're almost there. Hang in there a little longer.”

“Hmm.”

Judai still finds it difficult to speak. No wonder. First the lack of water, then the wailing, hissing, and screaming. His throat still feels like sandpaper. It will probably stay that way for a few more days.

They reach Osiris Red as the last rays of sunlight transform the building into a desolate, abandoned place. And yet it warms Judai's heart. Sure, it's not his den. But it's a home he associates with good memories.

Like a gentleman, Johan carries him over the threshold of his small, chaotic empire, which... reeks of melted snow and burnt cedar wood. Judai raises an eyebrow and stares silently at Johan, whose cheeks flush tellingly. A faint smile plays around Judai's lips as he murmurs hoarsely and warmly, “You... slept here.” It's not a question, but a statement, confirmed by the twitching corners of Johan's mouth.

“I couldn't help myself,” Johan admits meekly and remorsefully, before his lips press against his cheek like a brand. “Everyone should know that you belong to me. And besides... no one would find me here.”

“What do you mean?” Judai furrows his brow and shudders as he remembers what he saw in the forest and Johan's own words. “You could have anyone. Why me?”

Judai tries not to sound bitter. Maybe I was just an easy target? What if he regrets it now that he's had me?

“That may be,” Johan admits with a shrug. “And almost the entire student body has been hunting me for the last four weeks as if I were fair game. Not only did they mark my room door, they almost raped me.” He grimaces in disgust and buries his nose in Judai's hair before taking deep, calming breaths.

“Are you sure of your words?” Judai pulls his head away and crosses his arms over his chest. His fingers dig into his upper arms until his knuckles pop out and red lines remain. “I saw you... How you enjoyed it with that gray dog from Obelisk Blue...”

“What? Never.” Johan turns pale as death and looks at him with such horror that it can't possibly be an act. Still, if Judai has learned one thing, it's to be careful. “They ambushed me while I was looking for you and harassed me. Their stench was so unbearable and it stuck all over me. I pushed them away and ran... ran all the way here.”

Judai sniffs the air cautiously, but he can't detect any sour or bittersweet smell, so he takes a deep breath and slowly relaxes his fingers. “Oookay. Let's say I believe you... why me? As a trophy? To show off?”

Johan shakes his head and presses his body closer to Judai's. His nose brushes against Judai's twitching ears, causing him to inhale sharply. His body shudders and he feels a new load of semen and fluids ready to splatter onto the floor from his anus.

“Judai...” The way Johan says his name, full of longing and desire, making it hard for Judai not to fall even more for him. “You must have felt it too. The connection. The pull. The longing for my closeness.” He swallows hard and kisses Judai’s right ear gently. “All it took was one deep breath of your cinnamon and wild forest scent and it was done. My body reacted immediately... and I suspect yours did too.”

As much as Judai wants to deny it, his own body, which still can't get enough of Johan and continues to diligently produce fluids, betrays him. And if Johan was really only after recognition, wouldn't he have left him in the den? What reason would Johan have to still be with him? Besides... No one but me knows about the nine tails... and the mark on our wrists isn't an illusion either... I-I think... hmmm... yes.

“P-prove it to me. That you only want me.”

Judai snuggles closer to him, breathing in his scent, and for the first time in weeks, he feels safe and... yes, if he's honest, loved. For what feels like the first time in his life. And that feels good and makes him purr deeply from his gut. His tails swing relaxed and calm against Johan's side. Every now and then, they touch the white ones, triggering a tingling sensation deep in his core.

“With pleasure.”

Johan carries him to the bed and leans forward when a loud, albeit apologetic, clearing of the throat sounds behind them, making Judai's neck hairs stand on end. A deep growl rolls out of his throat and his fingers automatically claw into Johan's shoulder blades, pressing him closer. His tails puff up and wrap around Johan's lower abdomen like a fist, only to get caught in white tails that have been gently and probably soothingly caressing them.

This is our home and no one... No one will take Johan away from me!

“Shhh... it's okay.”

Judai isn't so convinced, so he wrinkles his nose and sniffs the air, only to sneeze immediately. The strong, acrid smell of disinfectant burns deep in his nose, which he immediately presses into Johan's neck and whines.

“Judai?”

“It's really creepy how you always know when a couple has found each other,” he mumbles.

“And you know the rules, Judai.”

Judai grimaces and whines again, as he presses himself and his tails closer to Johan. His fingers must be burning very uncomfortably on Johan's skin by now, but he doesn't make a sound. Instead, he looks back and forth between them silently.

“Judai?” Johan sounds so confused and uncertain that it almost breaks Judai's heart.

“You didn't tell him?” The disapproving tone of her voice and the click of her tongue make him snarl softly and warningly.

“I... we... were busy with other things.”

“To the infirmary. Now!”

“Can we...”

“What's so hard to understand about immediately?” Aiyukawa-Sensei interrupts his flow of words, causing him to growl. And so they have no choice but to follow the angry, big doctor back to school like little schoolboys. And as if it weren't bad enough to make this embarrassing journey naked and covered in fluid. No, there are still people out there. Gawking people whose stares burn like ice picks on his skin. And as if that weren't bad enough, there are those words again...

Judai's ears droop and crawl under his hair. A soft, barely audible mewl leaves his raspy throat, and if he could, he would wrap himself around Johan's neck like a fur collar. His fingers, on which he feels a warm liquid, slowly slide deeper and release some of the pressure, before his body is pressed more firmly against Johan's broad, inviting chest, as if Johan wants to take him deep inside himself.

“Just ignore them.”

A loud, cold hiss follows the words, and the looks and words disappear, allowing Judai to relax a little.

“Since you're new here, I won't blame you, Johan...” Judai flinches, having completely forgotten about the doctor. “But since there is the possibility of an enforced union, it is necessary to be examined after mating.”

“I understand.” Johan clears his throat and a white tail tip gently strokes Judai's chin. The fur is so soft and fluffy that he leans toward it and deeply inhales Johan's scent of snow and cedar forest. “Even though this concern is unfounded in our case.”

“Consider it a precaution.” Aiyukawa opens the door and turns on the light to the treatment room, then waves them to the first available bed. “And from the look of Judai, he desperately needs fluids and a... bath, or five.”

“Hmm, he had a fever when I found him,” reports Johan, who gently places him on the bed, and then stands next to him. Their nine tails, reddish-brown and white, immediately seek each other out and entangle themselves into a soft, inviting nest in which Judai would love to sleep.

“And yet you...?”

“Yes.”

Aiyukawa nods and puts on gloves. “At least you're both already naked. That makes it easier.”

“Uhhh.” Johan scratches the back of his head, his cheeks turning dark red as he shifts from one leg to the other. “Why?”

“The bond doesn't just affect the formation of semen and fluids. It changes the entire body.” She turns to face them and slaps the latex of her gloves loudly against her skin, like a gunshot. “Well then. Who would like to be first?”

Johan and Judai exchange frightened glances, their eyes wide. Their cheeks glow a feverish red, before Johan nods. With his shoulders squared, he steps forward like a knight in shining armor and spreads his arms to the sides.

“I'm ready.”

“Ah... uhh...” Judai clears his throat and avoids both gazes, which rest on him like arrowheads. His cheeks glow as if the fever has returned and is dragging him back into the fires of hell. “C-can I...” He waves his hand helplessly and Aiyukawa begins to giggle. Judai grimaces and crosses his arms in front of his chest.

“Of course... But first... stretch out your arm.”

He stares at her suspiciously for a moment before doing what she wants. A brief sting follows before she presses him onto the bed by his shoulder. “Stay lying down.”

“What is that?”

Judai could kiss Johan. He always asks the right questions.

“It helps with fluid loss. Now stay still.”

Under Judai's watchful eyes, Aiyukawa circles Johan's body, humming here and there. Then her fingers begin to trace Johan's skin, barely noticeable and far too seductive. Judai's jaw is so tense that his cheeks twitch. The snarl he locks deep in his throat burns like acid. His fingers dig into the mattress the deeper her hands wander.

“Hmm... interesting.”

“What exactly?” He watches with satisfaction as Johan shudders. And all because his words are so dark and cold.

But instead of answering him, she grabs Johan's swollen, dripping penis and his full, twitching testicles. Moans mix with furious snarling. His tails thumps against the soft mattress. His sensitive fur is completely raised and aggressive as Judai jumps up.

“Lie down!” Judai shakes his head violently and stares at her with bared teeth. Why doesn't she take her greedy hands away? That's mine. MINE! “You're on soon enough, Judai. Now lie back down, or I'll take Johan and go to another room.”

“Over my dead body.”

“Then behave yourself, and let me finish my examination.”

“What's so important...” His entire arm trembles as he points accusingly at her hands in Johan's crotch. He sees the member pulsing, hard and aroused. “...to examine?”

“Are you the doctor or am I?”

Judai just snarls and only relaxes, when she takes her fingers away from Johan's penis, which makes Judai's mouth water. She feels his legs and turns him over again, and Johan lets her do it. Whatever she's doing behind him makes Johan gasp and tremble. The redness in his face increases, and although they could now look at each other, Johan avoids his gaze.

“What...”

“Done.” Aiyukawa steps back and turns to one of her cabinets, where she rummages around. “I need to stitch up some of the deep scratches on your back.” Her words don't sound accusatory, yet Judai's stomach clenches painfully and his lower lip begins to tremble. Silently, he watches as she cleans the scratches with a cotton ball, which is thrown into the Petri dish full of blood before she stitches him up. Every sharp intake of breath and gasp is a stab in his heart.

It feels like an eternity and the beginning of his personal hell, before she disposes of the used material and replaces the bloody gloves with new ones. Her broad, amused grin makes him swallow hard as she stands up in front of him and silently nods back to the bed. Growling and with his tails wrapped around him, he climbs back onto the damp mattress and falls onto his back. Instead of giving him a short break to mentally prepare himself, he immediately feels her warm fingers on his heated skin. They gently and professionally trace down his neck and to his chest. There they linger on his uncomfortably tight nipples, which stand up tremulously and make him close his eyes with a gasp as her fingertips run over the buds.

“Hmm, sensitive...”

Her hands slide lower, over his abdominal wall, which she presses into as she gets closer to his own penis, which rests limply and flaccid on his thigh. He doesn't miss how she raises an eyebrow and then looks over her shoulder at Johan, who growls softly and darkly, but apparently has better self-control than Judai could ever have.

“Turn over onto your stomach.” Judai does as she says, but gets tangled up in the thin, transparent tube connected to the crook of his arm. He feels Johan's gaze, which is like hot embers on his skin and makes him swallow hard. His legs begin to tremble as the sweet syrup runs uncomfortably tickling down his legs and directly into the mattress. Moaning, he hides his hot face in the pillow, while his tails lie twitching over his ass, as if they wanted to hide him.

“J-Johan... stop... staring!”

“I-I'm not doing anything!”

Judai opens one eye and stares over his shoulder, directly at Johan's trembling chest, which is rising and falling rapidly. He is so close that Judai can feel his unusually high heat like a caress on his skin.

“You're looking...”

“Johan, lift his tails!”

“W-wait, J-Johan, don't!” Judai flinches violently and an embarrassing squeak escapes his throat, as his ass is exposed and cold air and four pairs of eyes literally drill into the gaping opening, which cries heartbreakingly.

"I'm sorry, but this has to be done. " Before he can ask what she is quietly apologizing for, he feels two dry, rubbery fingers in his anus, running uncomfortably and sensually over his inner muscles and probing deeper. Whimpering loudly, Judai presses his hot face back into the pillow, which he bites. Why isn't it the wet, rough tongue? Or the heavy, hard member? Not these strange fingers!

“Take them OUT!”

He tries to keep his hips still, but the further the fingers wander, the more fluid flows out and his hot canal relaxes and opens. “Yes, that's... interesting. Johan must have been careful... the walls are swollen, but not torn. Good work.”

Finally, the ordeal is over.

Whimpering, Judai slumps completely onto the mattresses, as behind him, right at his shoulder blade, muffled by fluffy tails, Johan's snarl sounds, making his ears perk up. The possessiveness and desire that resonates within him is overwhelming and the only warning he gets. Large, calloused hands lift him gently but firmly. And before he knows it, his back is pressed against Johan's rapidly rising and falling chest. His legs swing open and spread exposed over Johan's thighs, and the hard, heavy length pulsates as it slowly and deeply slides into his channel. Goddamn, it feels so good. Johan fills me so well. Hot, longing, and satisfying moans leave their throats and blend into a single harmonious cry.

Aiyukawa-Sensei raises an eyebrow in surprise at first. But then a small, amused, knowing smile plays around her lips. “Interesting, interesting,” she murmurs before stepping closer and crouching down in front of them. Judai can no longer hear the words. Nor can he bear her fingers on his heated skin, running lengthwise along his penis and then rolling his testicles in her palms. It is so uncomfortable and painful that a warning hiss escapes his mouth. Only Johan's hot breath and his moist, burning lips running over his neck and the circular movements that push his member deeper into Judai make it bearable.

“Hmm. The bond is stronger than I thought.” Her fingers run along his open and simultaneously filled anus and Judai cries out. He shudders so violently that he almost falls off Johan's lap. Only the large, strong hands gripping his midsection prevent this. “Your knot is already swelling... Very unusual. Hmm, stay like that – Johan, stay inside him and knot Judai. It will make the examination easier.”

Judai stares at them with horrified eyes. “W-what? No. J-Johan, not here...”

Johan just smiles into his ear, clear and dark at the same time. He feels his hot breath on his cheek, and when Judai turns his head slightly, their mouths touch lightly.

“If only your beautiful mouth were as honest as your gorgeous body...”

His lips are sealed in a hot, intimate kiss as Johan's hands gently rock him up and down. The hot, wet length slides deeper before slowly grazing every single muscle as it is withdrawn. Their tails rub and knot together, tugging and pulling as Judai slowly bounces up and down on Johan's lap.

He feels the stretch that was painful the first time. H-How quickly my body got used to it. He throws his head back, as Johan opens his legs wider and hits his prostate even deeper and more directly, maltreating it again and again with his weeping glans.

Under Aiyukawa's gaze, Judai surrenders completely to the feeling of perfection, of fullness, and arches his back, when Johan is particularly deep inside him. Their bodily fluids mix and run past the knot, directly into Johan's lap, so that it claps loudly, when their bodies meet in their slow, sensual lovemaking.

Warm, slender hands repeatedly explore the area where they are tightly connected, sending hot and cold shivers down Judai's spine. Only Johan's lips, lovingly nibbling and playfully pulling at his ears, distract him. His increasingly loud wails, which he is sure the whole damn school can hear, become longer and more feverish. It mixes with Johan's hoarse panting, which he blows into his ears with his hot breath, making them tremble on his head. His willing body, crying out for more, presses itself harder and closer against Johan. His hips circle, as if he were dancing around a pole. Even his hands take on a life of their own. They reach behind him, directly into the soft turquoise hair, and tug at it, not gently, but hard and determined, until he heaves and screams as if his life depends on it, long and loud.

Then he slumps limply, sweaty and breathing heavily, against Johan's chest. The knot twitches and vibrates. With every breath, it rubs against his sensitive muscles. The electrical impulses that race through his entire body as a result burst out of his glans as jets of long, whitish fluid, leaving a mess on the otherwise clean floor of the infirmary.

Stars dance before his eyes, and for a fraction of a minute, all he can hear is the deep, frantic breathing right in his sensitive ear canal and the stinging burning in the crook of his other arm, which is soon replaced by an ice-cold liquid that inexplicably spreads across his stomach, and is massaged in by familiar, loving fingers. He is only truly present in the here and now, when Johan gently strokes the strands of sweaty hair from his teary eyes and kisses his temple.

“How are you feeling?”

“Like I'm having the best orgasm anyone could wish for?”

“Oh, good. Then I did everything right.”

“Yeah, you did...” Judai agrees, yawning. He rests his head on the trembling shoulder behind him, and stares at Aiyukawa through half-closed eyes, as she sits down in a chair in front of them and looks through several papers. Probably our results... even though that was pretty quick. Or was I gone that long?

“Your fertility is exceptionally high,” she finally says in her typically matter-of-fact, calm voice. And yet there is a hint of astonishment that makes Judai's ears twitch. She mixes the papers into a single stack and places it on the nightstand. Then she crosses her arms and continues, "Both of you have scores that I've only seen in textbooks. Your bodies... they are made for each other, and every union and mating only reinforces that. You are... extremely fertile.... Well, Judai is very fertile, for your seed, Johan. Due to your high desire for each other and the strength of your bond, I suspect that pregnancy is very likely as soon as you perform the ceremony. Most likely even sooner."

The words hang in the air. They are like a slap in the face and the elevation of all his prayers in one. Tears, which he doesn't know why they are streaming down his cheeks, make his eyes hurt. Children... And a mate... These are things he thought he would never have. Not after his first mating season, and certainly not after the second. And now he sits here, on Johan's knot, as he fills him again and again with hot, long spurts of semen like a Christmas goose.

“Do you want it?”

Judai blinks and nods. Slowly and hesitantly at first, but then quickly and sincerely. Large hands, offering security and love, rest on his empty belly, with only Johan's length pressing through, and gently and reverently caress his skin.

“Then you should hold the bonding ceremony as soon as possible. To relieve Judai's body.” Aiyukawa smiles gently before rising. "Until then, enjoy your honeymoon. And... wait until the bag is empty!“ Waving, she leaves him alone with Johan.

”I love you,“ whispers Johan, his hand on Judai's stomach.

”And I love you," replies Judai before closing his eyes and letting himself fall... into a dreamless, restful sleep that he deserves after all the exciting hours.

🦊

The dining hall of the Duel Academy is buzzing with life. The clattering of trays, the laughter and chatter of the students, and the clinking of cutlery blend together to form a warm, familiar background noise. The smell of roasted meat, fresh bread, and sweet fruit makes Judai's stomach growl and interrupts Shos's flow of speech for a brief moment.

“Finally, everyone is back to normal...”

“Well, more normal than usual,” Kenzan adds with a shrug before taking a satisfying bite of his sandwich.

Judai smiles slightly and mysteriously, but remains silent. It's true that the omnipresent stench of musk from mating season no longer hangs in the air and classes have returned to normal. And yet, it's not quite true. The mating season is not over. Not for him.

As he sits across the table from his two friends, his nine brown tails slowly wag back and forth under the table. It is a futile attempt to hide the restlessness in his body, which he has carried within him like ants under his skin ever since their night together. And that is only the beginning of his admittedly sensual problems. A small, sweet, sometimes agonizing secret...

Since that feverish night in the cave, it hasn't stopped dripping. His body reacts to Johan as if to a constant, living stimulus. A single thought of him, even if it's just of his velvety turquoise hair or the warmth of his body when he holds him, is enough! A warm, tingling pull deep in his abdomen is the only warning before the slow, unstoppable flow of syrupy liquid follows, tickling and warm as it runs down the insides of his thighs and treacherously soaks his pants. It makes him wet and ready. For Johan. Only for Johan. As if he were already touching him... already deep inside him...

Judai reaches for his glass with trembling hands and presses his thighs tightly together. He sips the refreshing liquid and laughs, albeit restrainedly. He leans a little deeper over the tabletop and closes his eyes. Uhh, wet again...

A clearing of the throat makes him look up, to the other end of the table, directly opposite Judai, and he sees amused sparkling emeralds and a waving hand. Johan. Friendly and smiling so innocently, with two wagging tails. He really is a good actor.

No one, neither their friends nor the rest of the student body, would suspect what lies behind this charming facade. But Judai knows. It makes him shudder and the golden seal in the shape of a fox silhouette on the underside of his wrist pulsates. His open anus twitches tellingly, no matter how tightly he squeezes his buttocks together. They might as well burn the chair too... And yet he can't turn off his thoughts. He hastily takes a deep sip of his drink.

Johan now always wears a thin black thong under his black pants. Tight and barely noticeable when Judai's hands possessively caress his crotch, unseen and yet quite frequently. And Judai also knows the effect he has on Johan, on the never-subsiding member that presses unhappily against the thin fabric and soaks it with tears. Or the raw, beastly desire to fill Judai anytime, anywhere... Just like now. He sees it clearly in the eyes darkening with desire, threatening to devour him...

“Aniki, are you even listening?”

“Ah... uhhh...” Judai laughs awkwardly and then coughs hoarsely, his cheeks glowing. “W-what was... the Q-question?”

“He asked if you did your homework this time... You know.” Johan drums his finger on the table. “...the one from Chronos... The one that's due today?!”

Judai stares at him with his mouth open, before groaning and pressing his face against the refreshingly cold tabletop. That sexy bastard. He knows full well that I haven't done it... As if he would give me time for that...

“That answers the question.” Shos' disappointed sigh, which contains so much prejudice that it should have scratched Judai's ego, rolls over him like a harmless wave. His concentration is rather... questionable at the moment anyway, and focused elsewhere, like... His tails twitch under the table and stretch forward, groping and searching at the same time. And suddenly, countless hot electric shocks race through his spine. He feels them, as if they were his own, Johan's tails, tangling under the table. Soft and warm fur, sensual and intimate, rubbing sensually against each other, like a passionate union. Judai feels his canal contract and then stretch disappointedly. His juices flow wildly and incessantly as his lower abdomen tenses, trembling and sharp. He slides back and forth on his chair, his teeth clenched tightly. Otherwise, he would jump across the table right here and now. Straight into Johan's lap with his hard cock. God, I want to kiss him and feel his hot, firm thrust... now, right now...

The glass in his hand clinks with every shudder that runs through his body as he sees the words slowly and seductively forming on Johan's lips. Words meant only for him. A promise that makes him whimper and look away.

“Later. Tonight. Again and again.”

🦊

Perhaps Judai should have asked why they return to Osiris Red every night, but if he's honest, he doesn't really give a damn. After all, it's been his home for three years. And it's the only place that smells like just the two of them. A life in the blue dormitory... he couldn't imagine it anyway. Just the uniform alone... Yeah, but no thanks. It's too pale.

The moon casts silver streaks through the small window of the room and falls on the bed. A rumpled nest of fur tufts, crumpled blankets, and scratched pillows that shimmer meaningfully. Soaked with sweat and sticky with fluids and semen from the countless nights they have made love for hours on end.

And in this nest, pressed tightly together and entwined, lie Johan and Judai. Johan's heavy, protective body rests on Judai, pressing him into the thin mattress. His face buried deep in Judai's neck. His deep breath brushes hotly across Judai's sensitive skin and fine hairs, making him whimper softly and twitch his tails. One leg is wrapped around Judai's, his hip pressed tightly against his, his member half-erect and wet with Judai's fluids and his own semen. Traces of their last round of passionate, unrestrained sex.

A glance at the clock reveals that it is still early in the morning, so Judai closes his eyes again and nestles deeper into his protective nest. Hot lips bathing his earlobe in saliva make him arch his back and gasp hoarsely. His thigh twitches and a new wave of fluid, hot and above all wet, soaks the bedding. He bucked and opened his legs as Johan's lips drift lower, to his own mouth. Whimpering, he opened his lips and welcomed Johan's strong-willed, dominant tongue, which rubbed against his own and then sucked on it. His trembling hands reached into the wild, fascinating turquoise and pulled Johan closer, tighter to him.

Johan slides into his willing, open body without any resistance and fills him completely. Makes them one. Their passionate union elicits a deep moan from both of them before Johan begins to push his hips back and forth, always in the same slow and sensual rhythm. Judai is only too happy to oblige, tensing his inner muscles to keep Johan inside him and milk him until his insides are once again swimming with semen...

They move in rhythm with their synchronized heartbeats, slowly and intensely. Each thrust is a promise, accompanied by countless kisses that Johan leaves all over his body, making their union that much sweeter. Restless hands glide over his ribs, over his stomach, down to his full ass cheeks, kneading and caressing. Judai gasps and stretches toward the teeth that chew on his nipples and then suck on them. His hips slide restlessly back and forth and his abdomen tenses.

His reddish-brown tails intertwine more tightly with Johan's. Reddish-brown fur rubs and massages white fur, soft and electric, a sensual tingling that increases their lust, making them both scream and light up their golden marks on their wrists. Groaning hoarsely, he is filled by the full knot, which presses the hot member deeper into him with every breath.

“I love you... forever...” Johan whispers in a deep, rough voice that sends hot shivers down Judai's spine and increases the pulling inside him. His skin burns like fire and their knotted tails twitch.

“I love you too,” Judai whimpers before Johan's loving kisses on his ear transport him back to dreamland.

He can't say how long he slept. A quick glance at the clock tells him it's been an hour. But then every clear thought blurs as Johan's hips move. It's just a single, harmless twitch, and yet his insides burn and he curls up, pressing himself deeper onto the rock-hard member. And so their game of pleasure repeats itself over and over again. Sluggish, deep thrusts that wake them up completely. The rhythmic in and out that carries them higher and higher, even with their eyes closed. The pulsating muscles that tightly enclose Johan's penis and receive him with ever-new juices, making their union so much more fluid and intense.

The fox silhouette on their wrists throbs in time with their hearts as their bodies sway back and forth in insatiable desire. Loud moans and ragged gasps form a sensual melody with the slapping and rubbing of naked, wet skin. Until they collapse again in their nest, sweaty from their full union. With heavy chests and eagerly awaiting the next thrust, the next moment of complete entwining, while the sun replaces the moon and climbs higher into the firmament.

🦊

Judai and Johan thought long and hard and talked a lot until they found the perfect, fitting moment for the binding ceremony. The last full moon night of the year. Christmas Eve.

The wind blows gently over the cliffs, carrying with it the scent of salt, night-blooming flowers, and the distant pine grove on the island. The stars twinkle like an endless carpet of diamonds above them, and the moon hangs full and silver in the center of the firmament. It is so close that it bathes their skin in liquid light.

The cliffs are empty. Only a single tree, with small bundles of mistletoe branches at its tips, stands by as a guardian and silent witness. In front of it, halfway between the tree trunk and the cliff, stands an ancient, flat, and smooth stone. So sacred and full of secret magic that it shimmers in the moonlight. Here, in this hidden place, several couples have already performed their eternal union. But never before has a nine-tailed fox couple done so.

All couples have had long, intimate, and harmonious relationships. With many beautiful offspring. And that is precisely why Johan insisted on this place. Judai deserves nothing less. Nothing less than the blessing of the gods.

They enter the place naked. No clothes, no masks, and no shame. Only their pure bodies, their endless souls, and their deep love. Judai carries his nine brown tails with pride. Held high and with a lively, shiny coat. The sight makes Johan's heart beat faster and causes him to sigh ecstatically. His own nine tails lie around him like a living cloak of pure moonlight, whispering in the wind and inviting Judai to touch him. They step toward the stone together, their steps in sync, their gazes merged and only a breath apart. The air between them crackles, vibrating with anticipation and emotion, as their lips tremble and their hearts beat wildly against their protesting ribs.

The moon hangs directly above them, silver and full, bathing their bodies in its cleansing light, making their skin shimmer and their tails glow like sacred symbols. Their own scent, inextricably intertwined, mingles with the scent of salt and afterglow. Warm cinnamon and cool snow, burnt gold and pure love, making Johan gasp for air. His stomach cramps and he trembles. His veins burn with passion and longing... and also a little with awe.

Judai clears his throat and then laughs awkwardly and nervously. Johan's heart skips a beat, because he too is nervous and full of love. For this person, from whom he cannot take his eyes off. Whose chocolate-brown eyes, full of melted chocolate, devour him and whose gaze he returns just as captivatingly. Then his words, fragile and rough, full of emotions that threaten to overwhelm him, echo loudly over the cliffs and straight into Johan's heart.

“I, Yuki Judai, Nine-Tailed Fox of Fire and Earth, give you my name, my blood, my soul, and all nine tails. From this moment on, you are my North Star and my home. You are the only one, the man who brought me out of the darkness, who loves me in a way I never dared to dream.”

Tears, hot and liberating, glisten in Judai's long eyelashes, where they shine white and pure like pearls in the moonlight. But he forbids himself to let even one fall, even though he knows Johan will catch them with his lips... He clenches his hands into fists and takes a deep breath before responding to Judai's vow with his own. His own voice is firm and clear as a bell. So full of confidence with every word that comes from his lips. “I, Johan Andersen, nine-tailed from snow and sky, give you my name, my blood, my soul, and all nine tails. From this moment on, you are my fire and my reason to breathe. The one, the only one to whom I want to give everything, who exists only for me.”

At the same time, they take a step forward, moving closer so that their bodies almost touch. Johan can feel Juda's heat in every pore, can feel the desire burning deeper and more intensely between them with every tremulous breath and every dark glance. Their tails rise simultaneously, trembling with anticipation that flows through them and causes their shiny hair to stand on end in bushy tufts. As if in a trance, their tails begin to seek each other out in pairs. Brown envelops white, tugging and pulling until the tips of their tails circle and knot together in an electrifying spark. Fur to fur and pulse to pulse. A sensual, intimate rubbing, the tingling heat of Johan's body coursing through him in shallow waves, making him gasp throatily. He feels the love rushing into his body in streams from Judai's tail, touching his soul and setting it ablaze.

The marks on their wrists pulse quickly and uncontrollably, as if waiting for something. Even the crackling air lies heavy and silent like a veil over them. Johan takes a deep breath and straightens his shoulders. In the bright moonlight, he raises his right hand, which shakes slightly, and with the other, presses a fingernail deep into the soft skin until a single red drop emerges. Warm and alive, a symbol of his life, which he lays at Judai's feet. Holding his breath, he watches as Judai does the same and then reaches out to him with a quivering, expectant hand. Johan immediately accepts the silent invitation and presses their bleeding palms together. As if by themselves, their fingers fall apart and interlock as their sticky, warm blood mixes.

A golden light, pure and bright as the sun, envelops their bodies and flows through them, then gathers on their backs, around their knotted tail tips, where it becomes an ancient seal that burns deep into their skin and binds their lives together: an intertwined symbol of nine tail tips with a heart in the middle.

A flash of lightning shoots through them both, causing them to cry out simultaneously. Not in pain, but in overwhelming, almost unbearable ecstasy that pulses through their bodies and awakens an impatience in Johan that throbs deep in his loins. Their eyes meet, full of dark desire and devouring, knowing that the bond is almost complete. Only one thing is missing. The most important part. An act of worship, of completion, that would finally unite their infinite souls...

Johan gently turns Judai around. His hands tremble with infinite tenderness and the overwhelming fear of destroying this moment by being too hasty. He gently lays him on the altar stone, which glitters silver in the moonlight and is cool against Judai's warm skin. A contrast that makes Judai gasp sharply. Johan leans over him. Nine white tails spread out protectively. They envelop them like a living cocoon of moonlight, while Judai's nine brown ones nestle beneath them and merge with them, pulsating.

Their eyes meet and hold each other. Chocolate brown and emerald green. Dark and shining, full of devotion and love that takes their breath away. Johan kisses him, deeply and slowly. He unites their lips and lets their tongues dance together, rubbing against each other. Saliva, mixed together and produced in excess, runs down their lower jaws. Judai whimpers into the kiss. His greedy, calloused hands grab Johan's hair, pulling it unmistakably and possessively, eliciting a hot, drawn-out howl from Johan. The pain is like an aphrodisiac, flowing like lava through his veins and slowly filling his knot. Two well-trained, swaying legs lift. The soles of his feet, dirty from the walk, touch his hip bones, which they reverently trace with their big toes, making Johan shudder. He bites his lower lip and slides one hand between their throbbing bodies. Over Judai's frantically heaving chest and tight, twitching stomach, past his erect penis and full testicles...

Johan positions his hard, throbbing member, dripping with Judai's juices, directly at his slobbering anus. One last, reassuring glance, then it's time. He penetrates him carefully and attentively. Piece by piece. Slowly. He throws his head back and moans hoarsely and wildly, as the heat that welcomes him deep inside literally burns him. When it becomes too much, he pauses, with only the tip of his penis deep inside Judai. He breathes in and out deeply, squeezes his eyes shut, and presses his forehead against the pulsating abdominal wall before pushing further. Deeper, infinitely deeper, until his testicles tap against Judai's buttocks and his body arches up against him. His loud cries of pleasure, carried over the cliffs, are the only music he wants to hear for the rest of his life.

Judai is hot, feverish, and open. He takes him in and sucks him deeper impatiently. The lubrication that never seems to dry up envelops him, hot and sweet, as his inner muscles begin to milk him weakly and desperately. Johan pants, trying to get enough air into his heated body. His penis wiggles, pressing the glans against the inner walls that embrace him and don't want to let go. Judai gasps, his hips lifting in silent challenge to Johan.

They move together in slow, intense circles, as if they had all the time in the world and yet not a second to lose. Each thrust is deep and deliberate. It's like coming home for Johan, who snarls loudly and hoarsely. He thrusts deeply and tenderly. And wonderful, lovely Judai lifts his hips and takes him in, sucking him in. The rubbing and sliding of their bodies becomes slippery and their blood pulses hotly in their veins as their hips slap wetly against each other.

Johan's lips find Judai's ears, which he caresses adoringly over the reddish-brown, soft tufts of fur. Back and forth, until that is no longer enough for him and he opens his greedy mouth and chews on the thin, sensitive skin, listening to Judai's loud moans as he writhes beneath him. He licks the sensitive insides until Judai bucks up, wailing, and his inner muscles close around his penis like a vice around intact metal. Sweat runs in cold, shaky streams like rain over their bodies. It burns in Johan's eyes, which blink repeatedly before the film of sweat mixes with their bodily fluids, causing them to stick together. Johan licks long streaks across Judai's neck, feeling his pulse beating hard against his lips. Under Judai's chin, he sucks and bites the sensitive skin until a large red mark appears, which he reverently licks clean.

“I love you... I love you... you are mine... forever...”

“b-breed... me. P-please Johan!”

“I will. I won't s-stop until I'm sure you're full of our children, J-Judai.”

Judai's response is a loud, dark, longing moan. Trembling hands dig deep into his shoulder blades and scratch down in long, red, parallel lines to his ass. It feels to Johan as if Judai wants to hold him tight and lock him deep inside him.

The already fused tails pull closer together, forming a living, warm nest around them both, pulsing in time with their hearts.

The sensual rubbing of brown fur against white fur increases their lust, which is driven through their lower bodies like a hot, sharp sword. Their loud cries of pleasure blend into a harmonious symphony of throaty, choppy, rattling sounds. Johan thrusts deeper, faster, but still tenderly.

His hips twitch uncontrollably. They rub in circles against Judai's sensitive testicles, which pulsate and tremble. He feels every pulse, every twitch, every wave of ecstasy that rushes through Judai, causing him to cry out loudly and demandingly into the night, while his toes dig into the ground, searching for support. Tears of lust and ecstasy run hot and freely down his glowing cheeks, yet his deep black eyes shine as he reaches for Johan's face and pulls him into a deep and possessive kiss.

As they come together. Simultaneously. With long, stifled cries that they swallow down together. Johan pours himself deep, hot, and endlessly into Judai. His seed fills him, mixing with Judai's lubrication, and a feeling of completion, of homecoming, of infinite love fills him and makes him purr. Judai's lubrication flows over them, sticky and sweet, as his inner walls tremble and cramp, as if they never want to let Johan go again.

They remain lying closely entwined on the altar stone, while the light slowly fades from their wrists in a silent gesture of ‘it is finished’ and only the seal above their tail roots remains. High above them, as a silent witness, the moon shines brightly and reassuringly down on them, and the mistletoe in the tree rustles softly in the night wind.

Their bodies are firmly connected. Johan's knot holds them pulsatingly tight. A final, warm, and intimate echo of their union. Johan's seed flows in small, hot spurts into Judai, where it mixes with Judai's fluid. Judai lies trembling and breathing heavily in Johan's arms. His body quivers from the aftereffects. Not just from the orgasm, but from the bond itself, which races through every cell like lightning.

Johan can't stop touching him. His hands tremble as they caress Judai's stomach, circling reverently over his feverish skin. Judai enjoys it. He moans softly, his own hand covering Johan's, pressing it harder against his stomach.

“More...” he whispers, weakly but hungrily, “please... more... b-breed me!” His voice is hoarse with emotion as he presses himself hard and tight against Johan's knot, squeezing his inner walls even tighter around Johan's hot member and squeezing him like a hot lemon. 

“D-Don't worry, I won't stop. Only until you're full of two or three fox babies...” Johan grunts breathlessly, as his member twitches inside of Judai, as though approvingly.

“Huh?!” Judai squeezes his inner walls and anal sphincter tighter as he presses himself hard into Johan's abdomen and arches his back as if he wants to devour Johan completely.

Johan's hips twitch, and even though he can't thrust into Judai, he can stroke his weeping glans over every twitching muscle in circular motions. Then he smothers Judai's loud, willing cries in a French kiss, their tongues teasingly playing with each other, rubbing against each other and sucking on each other, drooling. Hands caress Judai's semen-filled belly in whispering declarations of love until exhaustion overwhelms them and the knot recedes with the first rays of sunlight kissing the island with its blue-violet colors. Under Judai's half-hearted, protesting whimpers, Johan slowly slides out of his anus. But instead of separating and going home, they curl up together. Johan nestles against Judai's back, one arm around his waist and one hand on his stomach. With a final “I love you,” they close their eyes and wander together, hand in hand, into dreamland.

🦊

The conversation with Aiyukawa-Sensei is long since a distant, faded memory when, months after the bonding ceremony, Judai notices a change that he doesn't pay much attention to. The gentle, warm feeling in his stomach is nothing new, at least not outside of his union with Johan, when his knot is deep inside his anus and they are inseparably connected.

But then, after a duel, as the wind blows against him and messes up his hair, he smells it for the first time. His own scent, but it's deeper, more intense, with a hint of milk and honey. And if he thought he was already outrageously wet before, now he's completely soaked, constantly and always. He can hardly keep up with washing and is tired of the lustful, knowing looks that follow him wherever he goes. And goddamn it, he could jump Johan 24/7. No matter where and no matter who's around... Something that would have been unthinkable before and even now, just the thought of his unbridled lust makes him blush with shame.

And Johan? He only makes it worse. He literally sticks to him like a limpet. Always with his nose buried in his neck and his big, sensual hands on his stomach, as if they were glued there!

His tails are more magnificent than ever. His fur glows blood red and his chest... His chest is so sensitive. Even a light stroke makes him gasp sharply and pant. And then his nipples. They are unpleasantly dark and swollen. Johan only has to suck on them a few times and the pressure subsides in the form of milky fluid, which Johan greedily and loudly slurps down as if it were a delicacy. However, embarrassingly, that's all it takes to bring him to climax, untouched, breathing heavily and seeing stars.

So it should come as no surprise that Johan brings up the subject. And yet it comes unexpectedly. Johan lies behind him. His hips move intimately and circularly, pressing the knot in his anus into his burning, twitching nerves and making him wail. Long, endless spurts of semen bathe his canal as he reverently caresses his belly. "You are so beautiful... so full of new life... God, I love you... I love you all." Judai mewls and comes just from Johan's words. At the same time, hot, liberating tears roll down his cheeks. I'm not useless or a mistake of nature... But most of all, I'm not alone anymore. Never alone and lonely again.

The next morning, before Judai is really awake, Johan drags him to Aiyukawa-Sensei. And before either of them can say why they are there, she nods toward a bed. Judai grumbles as he climbs onto it, and even though he's not quite lying down yet, Johan impatiently pulls his clothes out of the way.

“Shouldn't you be satisfied?” Judai grumbles quietly, giving Johan's large bulge in his pants a meaningful look.

“I can never get enough of you... Not even when you're heavily pregnant and waddling around like a penguin.”

“Oh, what joy,” Judai murmurs sarcastically, only to gasp sharply as ice-cold liquid is poured over his bulging belly, making him shudder. Unconsciously, his tails seek out Johan's, rubbing against them, trembling and excited at the same time. Johan strokes his head tenderly as Aiyukawa presses the ultrasound device against his belly and two small, furry shadows appear on the monitor.

“Yes, Johan was right,” she begins, before her voice is drowned out by two strong, regular heartbeats. “Congratulations. Twins.”

Judai's eyes widen and he stares at Johan uncertainly and also a little fearfully.

“We can do this,” Johan whispers lovingly in his ear, gently pulling on it. “Together.”

“Together,” Judai repeats in a trembling, hoarse voice. Before looking back at the monitor, directly at the two small shadows that represent their future. A future he would never have dared to dream of.

End