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From a young age, Jiaoqiu was always reminded that being born a foxian was no less than a curse. In many ways, foxians were nothing but a detriment. They were weak omegas, only meant to bear the children of borisins before either being consumed, or falling prey to their bestial nature. Of course, now that most of the borisin race was imprisoned in the Shackling Prison, foxians were no longer forced to submit to their wolfish “masters”. But while the fear of enslavement was no longer looming over them, succumbing to the Moon Rage was the only way they would fall, and their biggest fear. But at least they could live happier lives. At least they weren’t livestock, only meant to be used for reproduction and food. At least they weren’t-
Enslaved, by borisin.
Why? Why after centuries and centuries of freedom? Why was Jiaoqiu in this predicament, face to face with the beast’s snarling teeth? He hadn’t even experienced slavery during the warring times. So why now? Hoolay was supposed to be imprisoned for good, secured in the Shackling Prison. There wasn’t supposed to be a borisin uprising. But Hoolay escaped, taking Jiaoqiu as his prisoner.
Usually, Jiaoqiu was able to talk his way out of situations like this, blessed with a silver tongue. But this time, nothing was working, and he knew the unfortunate reason why. His words didn’t matter to the borisin. He was an object. A second class citizen. If it were up to them, they’d cut out his tongue because toys like him weren’t supposed to speak. Foxian words held no power over borisin.
“I’m speaking to you, fox.” Hoolay’s voice was just as gravel-y and rough as the hands that grabbed the foxian’s chin, forcing him to look up at his new master. “Speak when spoken to.”
Jiaoqiu was a prideful man. He refused to show an ounce of fear, grinning smugly at the beast, “My apologies. I’ve seemed to have drowned out unnecessary noise. It seems as if my ears are behaving just as poorly as-” before he could finish his sentence, a swift smack across his cheek cut him off, Jiaoqiu accidentally biting the inside of his cheek and drawing blood. Spitting the blood, Jiaoqiu kept the grin on his face, finishing his sentence, “- as my eyes.”
“Mok Tok was right when he said you were a mouthy one. You have big words for such a small, little fox. Haven’t you seen your predicament yet, little fox? Arms tied behind your back, unable to run from your master who could take your life at any moment.”
“Master?” Jiaoqiu bit back a scoff, turning it into a strained chuckle, “Aren’t you going a little fast? You haven’t even taken me to dinner yet. I can be an expensive date. And I don’t put out easily.” That earned another smack, not to any surprise.
“Soon, that cheeky smile will be wiped off your face.” Jiaoqiu didn’t doubt his words. There was only one reason the borisin would keep him around and tied up like this. He was to be the warhead’s next meal. Blood starved for 700 years, Hoolay would have his first taste of blood in centuries from Jiaoqiu.
“Oh, trust me, I believe you. I bet you’re quite excited for your meal. I’ve heard I’m quite the exquisite dish,” Jiaoqiu sighed softly, tilting his neck to the side. A clear sign of submission to the borisin leader. By the scent in the air, Jiaoqiu knew Hoolay was intrigued, leaning in closer. If this is what he needed to do, he would. He just needed to live long enough for Moze or Feixiao or anyone to rescue him.
“You think you’re smart, don’t you, little fox? I see your tricks. But don’t worry, I know exactly what I wish to do with you.” A lone finger ran up his unmarred neck, then back down, and up once more, the borisin inspecting his prize. The finger then moved from his neck, to his jawline, tracing it to his chin before Hoolay pressed his thumb to Jiaoqiu’s bottom lip. “Open.” The foxian hesitated before slowly opening his mouth, gagging a bit when Hoolay’s thumb rested on his tongue. It tasted of sweat and blood.
He could bite down. He could draw blood on the enemy. But what would that do? It’d only anger the warhead. And it’s not like he would be able to run. It’d do more harm than help.
Jiaoqiu was so focused on the thought of whether or not to strike first that he hadn’t noticed the warhead pull out a vial of liquid until he felt hot fluid running down his throat, causing him to choke and fall into a coughing fit once he was let go. The liquid was hot going down, warming his insides and leaving a fiery pool in the pit of his stomach. And it was sweet, but not in a good way. Like a cake, rotting from the inside out. Wrong. As a man of medicine, Jiaoqiu could immediately pinpoint what he just swallowed.
“Heat inducers?” Jiaoqiu wheezed as he tried to clear his throat. Again, not surprised. Borisin were known to consume foxians in heat. It was claimed that not only was the flesh more tender, but the blood was sweeter.
“I will return soon, little fox. Behave while I’m gone.” Hoolay turned his back to the writhing foxian, leaving the area.
Jiaoqiu knew this specific heat inducer rather personally. He’d treated many patients who had fallen victim to it. Never did he think he’d be a victim of this hell of a drug. The drug would begin to work anywhere between 15 minutes, to 2 hours from now, causing him to lose his mind to a heat like no other
“Fuck,” Jiaoqiu whispered as the heat in his belly continued to sizzle. He was going to be eaten, and he wouldn’t even be able to fight back. If he was going to do something, it had to be now. Jiaoqiu tried the rope that was tying his hands behind his back, tugging at it and grumbling when he felt no give. He’d need something sharp enough to cut through it. Getting on his knees to get more leverage, Jiaoqiu looked around for something, anything, reveling when he caught sight of a discarded cloud knight spear. It was a decent distance away, but they had left Jiaoqiu to his own devices, making it easy for him to crawl over without getting caught. Straddling it with the blade behind him, Jiaoqiu put his knee on the pole, the blade rising high enough he could rub his binds against the sharp edge. His blood was beginning to boil. He needed to hurry.
Five minutes of sawing and Jiaqiu was free, rubbing his wrists and getting to his feet with a slight wobble. He was free, but he wouldn’t be able to escape for long. He could see he exit from here, but with all the breaches in security, informing anyone of the danger would probably only end up with him getting captured and dragged back here. In his mind, there was only one decision to make.
If he was going to be a meal, he’d have to make the most out of it. If this was going to be the end of his life, he might as well take Hoolay down with him. Jiaoqiu was an important man, at the right hand of the Merlin’s Claw. This was not the first time his life was threatened. He was always prepared to make difficult decisions. To protect Feixiao, even if it cost him his life. Tumbledust was a slow acting but deadly poison he carried in a situation where he needed to be put down in case of an emergency. Jiaoqiu was lucky they didn’t search his person, pulling a vial from his belt pouch and bringing it to his lips. He shotgunned it, doing what he could to not cough out the foul tasting substance, needing it as lethal as possible. Holding back a gag, he tucked the vial away while bending down to grab the spear for some sort of protection. He was still going to try to escape, the poison was just a contingency.
However, it seemed the contingency was necessary, for as soon as he righted himself, a large hand came to his neck, scruffing him and causing the foxian to go practically limp and drop the spear, “No wonder Hoolay told me to keep an eye on you.” Jiaoqiu recognized the voice of Mok Tok, who cooed at Jiaoqiu’s rather instant but unintentional submission. He didn’t have much of a choice, it was a natural omega reaction. “How about we get you back to your Master? I’m sure he’d be thrilled to know that you’re quite the conniving thing.” Jiaoqiu hissed in pain when Mok Tok’s hand moved to his hair, dragging the foxian throughout the compound.
When the warhead’s right hand let go of Jiaoqiu, it was to throw him at Hoolay’s feet. Jiaoqiu winced when his hands scraped against the ground underneath him, his hands not bleeding, but stinging significantly.
“He managed to get out of his restraints all on his own? What a funny little thing.” Hoolay began to chuckle, reaching down and grabbing Jiaoqiu’s hair, yanking his head so that the foxian was looking up at him. “Did you think you’d be able to run away? You smell of impending heat. We would’ve hunted you down like the prey you are and dragged you back kicking and screaming.”
“I was actually hoping to kill you when you returned. But it seems like that’s been delayed for the time being.” Jiaoqiu's face was hot. Uncomfortably hot. Between the heat inducers and poison, his body was having many reactions, and one of them was sending a fire through his body. He didn’t feel like he was being hit with a heat yet, but it was definitely coming. Hopefully Hoolay would kill him before he embarrassed himself.
Hoolay laughed heartily, as if what Jiaoqiu had said was some sort of joke, “Kill me? Now isn’t that funny? I’d like to see you try, little fox.” Hoolay let go of the fox, Jiaoqiu’s hands going to his hair to soothe his sore scalp. Of course, he wouldn’t be taken seriously. But it didn’t matter now. Hoolay would eat him, and die from the poison in Jiaoqiu’s body. “Up, fox. We’re leaving.” Jiaoqiu hesitated, not wanting to listen- refusing to. Until a foot landed on his tail, causing the foxian to yelp in pain. “I said up.”
When his tail was released, Jiaoqiu was quick to get up, eyes trained on the ground as he asked, “Where are we going?”
“To the mother planet.”
No.
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A loud, pained whine rang out in the cabin of the starskiff. Jiaoqiu’s memory after leaving the compound was hazy. All he remembered now was being thrown into an empty cabin of the starskiff and being told Hoolay would be back an hour ago. The heat inducers were now in full effect, a heavy and hot haze over the foxian. He was dripping in sweat and slick, having taken off most of his layers due to how sticky and warm he was.
At the same time, the Tumbledust was beginning to kick in, Jiaoqiu becoming nauseous and dizzy. He had already thrown up twice in a small bin in the room, regretting it, knowing the more he vomited, the less potent the poison would be. In the midst of his heat, Jiaoqiu was beginning to panic. Was he really ready to die? Like this? A quivering, trembling mess.
“Fuck!” Jiaoqiu cried out, banging his fists on the wooden floor beneath him. Where was Hoolay? Why wouldn’t he just end his suffering? Why was he leaving him waiting like this? Drowning in his own suspense. Having some semblance of hope that maybe, maybe he wouldn’t have to die. That’d he’d be able to see the faces of the people he loved so dearly. His friends.
He missed Moze.
Jiaoqiu was moments from beginning to sob the name of the man he desperately pined after when the door creaked open, the scent of alpha permeating the room. Jiaoqiu’s head turned towards the door in an instant, glazed over eyes narrowing in on Mok Tok who had a disgusted look on his face as he carried in what looked like a basket of… dirty laundry? In less than a second, Jiaoqiu realized the scent was not coming from Mok Tok. Instead, it was coming from the basket, overpowering the other borisin’s scent.
“It reeks of vomit in here.” Mok Tok muttered, stating the obvious. Of course it reeked of vomit, he was just vomiting! Mok Tok dropped the basket on the ground before approaching the culprit of the smell, the bin near Jiaoqiu. He seemed to cringe before picking it up, once again approaching the door and leaving it outside of the room. “The warhead will be here soon. He told me to bring these here and tell you to do as you please with them.” Mok Tok kicked the basket towards Jiaoqiu who jumped back at first before slowly approaching them, unconsciously intrigued by the scent.
It didn’t take much piecing together to realize Hoolay had scented everything in the basket. They were absolutely dripping in his scent. Jiaoqiu in his right mind would rather die than show interest in something so… so primal. But Jiaoqiu in heat was already arms deep in the basket, sorting through what could be used to make a nest as comforted trills vibrated in his throat.
Safe. Alpha. Warm.
The first thing he did was pull out a medium sized blanket, using it as a base for his nest. The thing was obviously old and tattered, most likely something they just found on the starskiff. But it absolutely reeked of virile and strong borisin alpha. Jiaoqiu made quick work of the nest, or at least tried to, slowed down by all the drugs and poison in his body. His actions weren’t calculated. Instead, they were instinctual. Each action felt right to him. He evened out corners and perfected his nest before smoothing everything over. There were still different garments in the basket and Jiaoqiu took a moment to dig through it and decide if there were any finished touches to add, stumbling upon what Jiaoqiu could only call evil.
Worn underwear were currently in Jiaoqiu’s hands, thick with Hoolay’s scent. In the back of his mind, he was disgusted by the thought. But the heat addled omega in him was salivating, trembling, and preening at such a gift from a big strong alpha. With shaking hands, Jiaoqiu migrated back to his nest, stretching out onto it comfortably while taking the filthy underwear and slowly bringing it to his nose, inhaling deeply. A needy whine escaped the foxian as the last semblance of sanity left him.
Jiaoqiu’s eyes narrowed in at Mok Tok who seemed to be watching him with a smug smirk on his face. The omega squeezed his dripping thighs together while sitting back up. The look he was giving Mok Tok was one of need and want, eyes glazed over and mouth slightly agape as he shallowly panted.
“I’m about to be used as food anyways. Why not make some use of me first?”
Moktok stared down at the foxian before scoffing, “Why am I not surprised to see a foxian begging to be fucked?” The borisin approached Jiaoqiu, lifting up his foot and pressing it hard to the fox’s chest so he was pressed down against the nest. “How have you lived so long without us? Unfortunately for you, I’m just here to keep an eye on you. Hoolay will deal with you when he’s ready.” Mok Tok ground his heel into Jiaoqiu’s chest, who gasped and coughed in response, before stepping away, taking his position back at the door.
Jiaoqiu wheezed and clutched his gut that was cramping from his heat, “Silicon tends to get the job done much better, but as you can tell, I don’t have access to that right now.” Anything was better than this. He was sweaty, and hot, and damp, and so fucking sticky. The minimal clothes he was still wearing felt like absolute sin. Aeons, maybe being eaten would be better than this. “Does your leader not share his food?” Mok Tok refused to entertain him any longer, not giving him an answer, Jiaoqiu groaning and running a hand through his hair.
With a grumble, Jiaoqiu went to continue antagonizing when his vision suddenly began to worsen. His eyesight had already been poor, but this was different. Mok Tok began to blend in with the door behind him, becoming a blurry blob of color. The edges of his sight were beginning to turn black, the darkness slowly creeping in more and more. He felt something wet running down his nose over his cupid’s bow, his fingers touching the suspicious liquid. His nose was bleeding.
Tumbledust was a slow acting and rather painless poison. But the signs were evident. Jiaoqiu had run out of time. As the darkness continued to grow, he felt himself speak, but couldn’t hear himself. He couldn’t hear anything other than ringing in his ears. He knew that this would end in his death at some point, but now that he was facing it, he was scared. Jiaoqiu didn’t want to die yet. Not yet. Not-
His vision cut off. The darkness was gone, replaced by nothingness. His body wouldn’t move or listen to him and all feeling began to drain from it. Soon, the anxiety was replaced by peace, as if he was slowly falling into a deep, inescapable sleep. This… this was death… this was-
A hot, thick liquid began to fill Jiaoqiu’s mouth, being forced down his throat. Warmth reentered his body, and along with it, so did life. Feeling returned to his lips and throat first, blooming into the rest of his body like fire. Hearing returned next, but the only sound he could hear was his heart thumping along with his own gasping and gargling on whatever liquid he was being forcefed. No, he could identify it now. That bitter, metallic taste. It could only be blood. His suspicions were confirmed when his sight finally returned to him, more clear than it had been in years. His eyes met Hoolay’s, who was holding Jiaoqiu’s mouth open with one hand, his other arm over Jiaoqiu, wrist dripping blood down. The foxian gagged,
What the fuck?
“There we go. Can’t have you dying on me yet, little fox. We still haven’t had our fun yet.” Hoolay dropped Jiaoqiu to the ground, who coughed and began scrubbing the blood off his mouth and tongue with his sleeve. He had heard speculation the since borisin blood was incredibly tainted by the abundance, it had unthinkable healing capabilities. But to bring him back from near death so quickly…
“Why?” Jiaoqiu croaked, spitting up blood. Hoolay looked at him, confused while signalling Mok Tok to leave the room. Mok Tok nodded, leaving as Jiaoqiiu asked, “Why didn’t you let me die? You could eat me either way. I was still warm. Why didn’t you just eat me?”
A smirk came to Hoolay’s face as he reached towards Jiaoqiu, brushing a strand of hair out of his face, “Quite a funny thing, aren’t you? You thought I was going to eat you, so you tried to kill us both. Mok Tok watched you drink that poison. I just thought to let you face death before realizing how much you feeble things need us.”
Jiaoqiu bit back a snarky response, his curiosity taking priority, “You’re not planning on eating me?”
“Eat you?” Hoolay laughed heartily, holding his sides as if what Jiaoqiu had said was the most hilarious, outlandish thing. “Little fox, you’re a skinny thing. Little meat on your bones. But quite a pretty face. And lovely, childrearing hips.” Jiaoqiu’s confusion persisted for only a moment more before a lump formed in his throat, scurrying away from Hoolay, or at least trying to when Hoolay grabbed his ankles, pulling him back. Jiaoqiu wouldn’t be food, he was a prize. A toy to impregnate and carry borisin cubs.
He went to kick his legs in an attempt to free himself, but at the same time, heat returned to his body as Hoolay’s scent grew stronger around him. The foxian mewled, his mind going blank. He felt slick beginning to gush out of him again, drenching his already damp pants.
Alpha. Kits. Want.
His body was beginning to give in to the thought of relief, but his mind- still somehow a bit intact- was resisting. Because this was supposed to be saved for Moze. This vulnerability and vulgarity. Jiaoqiu had been saving his love and body for the only one he had deemed worthy of being his mate. And it was going to be stolen from him.
“Pretty thing,” Hoolay practically purred as he manhandled the struggling but weak foxian onto his stomach. With a yelp, Jiaoqiu’s face smooshed against the makeshift nest he had made from Hoolay’s clothes, nose pressed directly on those evil underwear that reeked of Hoolay, fuzzying his mind even more. “You’ll look even prettier with my brood nestled within your womb.” One of Hoolay’s hands held Jiaoqiu’s head down while the other trailed down to his stomach, slipping his fingers under the foxian’s shirt that was beginning to slide down, caressing his taut and flat stomach.
Between the hand on his head and the firm chest pressed against his back, Jiaoqiu was unable to move, left with his currently slurring words as his only defense, “D-Don’t… don’t want…” It was unfortunate his heat had deprived him of his typically sharp tongue. All he could do was whine and beg for mercy. “Moze- Mate! I only wan’ my mate.”
“Mate?” Hoolay said with amusement in his voice. The hand on Jiaoqiu’s head moved to his neck, caressing the still intact scent gland resting just below his ear. “You wound me, my little fox. Do I repulse you so much that you’d rather lie about having a mate than allow me to sate that painful need within you? Or do you truly feel as if you’re mated to a lesser being who hasn’t wanted you enough to make you theirs?” Another pained whine came from Jiaoqiu, but this time from the heartbreaking fact that maybe he was unwanted. Still, he refused to believe it. At least, not that easily.
“No! Moze wants me!” Tears pricked in Jiaoqiu’s eyes as he gasped, feeling the hand on his stomach splay out completely. He felt small, the entire hand covering his tummy.
“Yet your neck remains unbitten and your womb lays barren.” Hoolay’s hand moved faster than Jiaoqiu could process, leaving his stomach and yanking down the retainer’s soaked pants and underwear, his hot and throbbing cunt exposed to the cool air, causing him to squirm. His face somehow turned even redder than it was before, humiliation filling him to the point he could feel his heart pounding in his ears and blood running cold. Hoolay must have felt his body tensing, shushing his prize, “Don’t worry, little fox. I’ll make sure you’re wanted. I’ll give you everything that lesser being wouldn’t give you. A mark. A mate. A-”
“Kits?” Jiaoqiu begged with a wrecked and desperate voice. “Want kits.” Jiaoqiu never had a strong desire for children. But in the throes of heat, it was all he could think of.
“Cubs,” Hoolay corrected, while pressing a thick finger suddenly into the trembling omega. Jiaoqiu practically saw stars, his eyes rolling into the back of his head and a long, wanton moan left him. He was finally getting some kind relief, even if it wasn’t from the person he wished it was. It wasn’t Moze… but it did seem like he was wanted. “Before I was imprisoned, I had my fair share of concubines and consorts. None have been worthy enough to birth my heir. You, little fox, are an exception. A Yaoqing foxian, the retainer of the Merlin’s Claw, with a pretty face and smart mouth. I couldn’t think of a better brood mother than the property of the Merlin’s Claw.”
“M’not… her property…” Jiaoqiu muttered between moans as a second finger joined inside of him, both thrusting in and out of him roughly. Jiaoqiu’s body once again began to tense as he was reminded of the other he pined for who never showed an inkling of wanting him the same way.
“You reek of that abomination,” Hoolay growled, “But soon it’ll all be replaced with my scent. My claim. I’ll scrub you clean of that smell and make you irrevocably mine. Is that what you want, little fox? You want to be claimed and flaunted like a good omega?” Jiaoqiu wasn’t even given the chance to respond, Hoolay’s fingers curling inside of him and hitting that sweet spot in the deepest part of him, the omega writhing and crying out pathetically as body tightened deliciously.
When he finally got a hold of himself- albeit still frantically pressing himself against Hoolay fingers for more- Jiaoqiu found himself saying something he’d never say if he was in his right mind, “Aeons yes! Yours- please- make me yours, alpha.” Hoolay’s thumb began to toy with Jiaoqiu’s needy and neglected clit, bringing the fox on the brink of release. He wanted to come. He wanted to let go and feel his orgasm wash over him. And just as he was about to release, it was taken from him.
“Don’t come yet,” Hoolay commanded, causing the omega to practically sob because even if he wanted to now, he couldn’t. Jiaoqiu wanted release, but the omega in him wanted to be good. It wanted praise. And it also feared that if he misbehaved, then the virile and strong alpha willing to claim and breed him would get tired of him. He couldn’t let that happen. “I want to feel you come while I’m inside of you.”
Hoolay finally pulled his fingers out of the weeping omega, licking off the excess slick dripping off them with a pleasured groan. Jiaoqiu heard the sound of rustling fabric before he felt something hot and hard line itself up along his stomach. It took him no more than a second to realize what it was.
That wouldn’t fit!
“A-alpha- I don’t think-”
“Master,” Hoolay growled, lining himself up with Jiaoqiu's quivering entrance.
“Master,” Jiaoqiu gulped, wincing as he felt Hoolay’s tip beginning to breach his cunt. It didn’t hurt yet, or even feel like much, but he knew that wouldn’t last for long. “I-It’s too big. I don’t think it’s gonna fit”
“I didn’t ask you to think, fox.” In a swift motion, Hoolay thrusted halfway into him, catching Jiaoqiu completely off guard. His mouth opened in a silent scream as his body grew rigid. It hurt. It felt like he was being torn open. It hurt. It hurt so bad. But it also felt incredible. This wasn’t Jiaoqiu’s first time. Not even close. But it had been a while, Jiaoqiu having become celibate since meeting Moze. And it was also the first time being with anyone during his heat. The usual feeling of his toys, or fingers, or even another person’s cock was nothing like this when he wasn’t heat drunk. It was a full body feeling, vibrating and buzzing along his skin. He couldn’t stop the violent orgasm that came crashing into him, his body spasming around the burning length inside of him. He could feel slick gushing out of him, pouring down his thighs, into his nest and covering Hoolay’s thighs. Jiaoqiu’s breath was ragged as he tried to compose himself, gulping down air like it was water.
“Foxian’s have no need to think. The Xianzhou giving you even the choice to think is cruel. You are meant to serve borisins and birth their children. All your decisions are made by us. And if it doesn’t fit-” Suddenly, Hoolay forced himself all the way into the foxian, his hips slapping against Jiaoqiu’s ass with a wet squelch, “You make it.” Jiaoqiu’s gasp got caught in his throat, turning into a pained choking noise and eventually a wheeze. He was so deep. So painfully deep it was like he could feel Hoolay in his throat, choking on him. Hoolay moved his hands, one gripping Jiaoqiu’s hip tightly and holding him against the borisin. The other rested on his stomach, pressing against the obvious bulge deep inside him. Jiaoqiu heaved, aching pleasure in his voice. Hoolay leaned close to Jiaoqiu’s ear, nipping on it before saying lowly, “That’s it, little fox. Do you feel how deep I am inside of you?”
Jiaoqiu mewled in response, his back arching deliciously as he pressed back against the borisin. His mind was gone, replaced by a wanton and needy omega. He tried to speak, but all he could do was mouth the word “knot” desperately, which was more than enough for Hoolay.
“Don’t worry, little one. You’ll get my knot.” Hoolay finally began to move again, setting a punishing pace that pressed Jiaoqiu’s face into the fabric. The foxian was turned into a melting, moaning mess underneath Hoolay. “Such a good boy. This is what your body is meant for. Don’t let the lies of the Xianzhou tell you otherwise. You are made to submit. You are made to mother the children of your masters. Isn’t that right? What you truly crave, what you’ve always craved, is to be filled with the cubs of your master. Doesn’t it feel much better to succumb?” A lucid Jiaoqiu would rather die than ever even think of enjoying something like that. Something so humiliating. But this was a fucked out, heat-addled Jiaoqiu, stupid at the thought of borisin seed.
“Hnng! Need kits. Gimme kits.” His words were slurred, drunk on pheromones and alpha scent. But Jiaoqiu’s words seemed to displease Hoolay, who responded with a firm slap to the foxian’s ass, followed by yanking his tail, pulling Jiaoqiu farther onto his cock. The foxian cried out from both pain and pleasure, legs shaking and almost giving out on him.
“No kits,” the borisin hissed bitterly, as if there were poison on his tongue. Jiaoqiu whined, a pained and distraught noise. No kits? But he promised- he said he would! Jiaoqiu sniffled at the thought of his womb remaining barren. “Shh, don’t cry, little fox. Emotional things, you are. You’ll still be properly full and bred. With cubs. Not kits.”
“Cubs…” Jiaoqiu echoed. “Cubs! Need alpha’s cubs!” Jiaoqiu’s voice was hoarse from his continuous blubbering, straining more when somehow Hoolay managed to start fucking into him harder, angling himself to start abusing that sweet bundle of nerves inside the foxian.
“You’ll get your cubs,” Hoolay grunted out, holding Jiaoqiu’s tail tighter to stop the foxian from completely falling apart, no longer able to keep his legs steady. “When I’m done with you, there will be no way it won’t take. I’ll fill you so much that people will think you’ve carried to term already.” Jiaoqiu shivered at the thought, one hand moving on top of Hoolays hand that rested on his stomach. Through the borisin’s large fingers, Jiaoqiu could feel just how much his body stretched to accommodate the borisin, distending with each thrust. “See how your body was meant to take me? To take your master? Do you understand your role now?” Jiaoqiu nodded frantically, but it wasn’t enough, earning a yank at his tail. “Tell me what you are.”
“Yours,”
“Who’s?” Jiaoqiu could feel Hoolay’s knot inflating by his entrance and the mere thought of it caused him to start approaching a second orgasm.
“Master’s! I’m master’s!”
“That’s right,” Hoola growled, leaving another firm slap against the foxian’s ass, who cried in pain. “You’re master’s slave. Right in the place all foxians were made to be.” Hoolay leaned forward, practically knocking the wind out of Jiaoqiu as he got better leverage and somehow managed to press even deeper into the fox. He wheezed and gasped with each thrust, the borisin reaching deeper than anyone had ever before. His knot continued to swell and pop in and out of Jiaoqiu's begging entrance, stretching him beautiful each time. "Are you ready for my knot, little fox?"
Jiaoqiu nodded frantically, pushing back against Hoolay, "Knot me. Knot me please!" A noise resembling a scream left the foxian as Hoolay shoved his knot deep into him, locking them in place. Jiaoqiu saw white at the immense pleasure burning through him, reaching his second orgasm of that night, followed by the alpha's own, spraying globs of hot, fertile seed inside of him. Jiaoqiu couldn't feel anything else other than his stomach expanding and bulging from the amount of borisin cum filling him up. Hoolay held him in place, grinding against the foxian and making sure not a drop was spilled. Not like the omega would have it anyways. How dare he waste any of the alpha's precious cum.
Minutes passed by the time Hoolay had shot his last load into Jiaoqiu, the foxian looking as if he was almost approaching his third trimester with how stuffed he was. The two didn't drop the position. He didn't want to. The seed would take better like this. He had to make sure his master's seed took.
Wait a damn minute-
Sanity began to return to Jiaoqiu for barely a moment when teeth rested on his vulnerable neck, the foxian freezing and saying, "N-no no no! Don't bite! You can't take that from me. You can't mate me! Please don't bite! Please-" His pleas went unanswered when teeth sunk into his soft neck, his eyes rolling up into his head and body going limp as if he were a scruffed cat. Hoolay had claimed him.
Jiaoqiu was successfully his.