Heavenly Soul [BL]

Situated in the middle of sprawling and lush lands was a verdant forested mountain. On this mountain, there roamed animal spirits in half-human form, living their lives leisurely.

One day, the lord of the mountain—a tiger spirit called Xiang—was making his rounds around his territory when he heard the sound of crisp crunching. Halting in his tracks, Xiang decided to follow the noise and see what lay at the end.

And so, led by the sound, he reached a small glade carpeted with bright green grass. Tall trees surrounded it and cast shifting shadows at the edges. In the middle of this glade was a hip-high pile of luscious orange carrots, sprightly green stalks still attached to their tops.

And perched at the very peak of this pile of carrots was a beautiful rabbit spirit.

His long ears, the spill of his hair, and his adorable little puff of a tail were all a pure snowy white. His bare skin was a smooth, creamy ivory, just a shade warmer than his fur, inviting one to touch and taste, to discover its feel and texture under one’s fingertips and tongue.

With his back to Xiang, the enchanting rabbit spirit uncaringly crunched on a delicious carrot, his expression cheery.

“Who are you?” came a deep voice from behind the rabbit spirit, suddenly interrupting him.

Turning back, the rabbit spirit saw a strikingly handsome tiger spirit intently staring at him from the edge of the glade. With curious eyes, the unwary rabbit spirit studied this newly arrived being.

The tiger spirit’s skin was evenly toned and seemed tinted with honey, faint stripes of a lighter color marking his back and behind his arms and thighs. Two tiger ears, rounded at the ends, stood upright on either side of his head and a long, blunt tiger tail swayed behind him, black stripes over fur the color of deep, dark gold. His shining ebony hair fell straight to the back of his knees and swayed lightly in the breeze. His slitted eyes were a sharp yellow-gold, bewitching and bright. Just by standing still, he exuded an overbearing might that declared his sovereignty over everything around him.

The rabbit spirit’s eyes brightened as he delicately ran his fingers up and down the half-finished carrot in his hand, playing with it absentmindedly as his gaze stayed fixed on the tiger spirit. In a pleasant and clear voice, the rabbit spirit replied to the handsome tiger spirit’s question, “Hello, I’m the rabbit spirit Qinghe. I just came to this mountain and settled here after unpacking my pile of carrots. What’s your name?”

While the rabbit spirit was speaking, Xiang’s gaze had drifted down to fix on those slender fingers of the rabbit spirit that were teasing and sliding along the length of the carrot in his hand.

Swallowing to wet his suddenly parched throat, Xiang answered, “I am the tiger spirit Xiang, the lord of this mountain.”

The rabbit spirit Qinghe tilted his head consideringly, his long ears twitching as he began nibbling on the half-eaten carrot in his hand once more. After he had finished eating the rest of the carrot, he threw away the remaining stalk before asking curiously, “Then can I call you Xiang? Or should I call you Lord Xiang?”

Xiang’s eyes darkened with unknown emotions as he nodded, “Just Xiang is fine.”

Qinghe smiled charmingly in response, his eyes shining bright. With a sultry smile, Qinghe proposed in a deliberately husky voice, “Then Xiang… now that my carrot is finished, won’t you let me eat your carrot next?”

Xiang's gaze abruptly deepened. Considering how Qinghe had been looking at the organ hanging between his thighs as he said that, the meaning behind his words couldn't be more clear. But despite hearing this unexpected and flirtatious question spoken in the rabbit spirit's lilting voice, Xiang was far from being fazed. Instead, he let his own lips stretch into a wicked smirk as his eyes grew half-lidded.

“But you already seem to have plenty of carrots to eat, Little Rabbit Qinghe,” he said while indicating the pile Qinghe was sitting on with a majestic tilt of his chin.

Qinghe’s smile stretched wider as he licked his lips with anticipation. “Oh, but I definitely think yours will be the biggest and tastiest of them all.”

Raising an eyebrow, Xiang returned in a teasing tone, “Then what about all those other carrots under your cute little rabbit butt?”

Qinghe’s gaze deepened as his tail twitched above the aforementioned butt. In a seductive whisper, he enticed, “I don't want these carrots under my butt. I want your carrot buried inside my butt.”

Despite himself, Xiang felt his heartbeat quicken as lust reared its head.

His smile turning inviting, Qinghe continued, “I want it deep, deep inside my butt.”

Unable to bear the temptation anymore, Xiang finally pounced.

The pile of carrots burst outwards and scattered throughout the glade as Xiang pinned the naughty little rabbit spirit under him, his fingers encircling and pressing down on those slender wrists while he straddled Qinghe’s soft belly.

In a husky voice, Xiang reminded, “You say you want my carrot inside you, but I thought you wanted to eat it first?”

Qinghe batted his long eyelashes playfully as he replied, “Can’t I have it both ways?”

Xiang’s smirk deepened as he let go of the rabbit spirit to lean back on the grass. “Very well, then. Why don’t you start by showing me just how well you can eat it? If you do well, you might even be rewarded with some carrot juice.”

Qinghe’s gaze wandered downwards to fix on a certain stiff and hard carrot as he hummed happily. “Mm, sounds tasty…”

And so, bending down, a certain little rabbit spirit wrapped his slender fingers around Xiang’s thick organ and laved at it with long licks. Then parting his soft pink lips, Qinghe slowly swallowed the tip. His tongue swirled around the head and teased the slit curiously to study the shape and taste of the blunt tip while his jaws creaked with the effort of accommodating the large member. His lips were stretched tightly around the girth of the shaft as his fingers rolled and played with the balls hanging near the base.

As he felt the moist heat wrapping around his member while those gentle fingers massaged his balls, Xiang let out a low growl in pleasure. Lifting a hand, he placed a warm palm behind Qinghe’s head and tenderly stroked his hair.

Encouraged, Qinghe continued to swallow the large organ until it reached the back of his throat. And even then, he tried to push it deeper into his mouth, not caring about the tears gathering at the corners of his eyes as he forcefully suppressed his gag reflex.

Once he determined that he had taken the thick shaft as deep into his mouth as he could, Qinghe waited for a moment before slowly drawing back, his soft lips sliding over the hard member and his cheeks hollowing as he sucked. After reaching the tip, Qinghe pushed forward to swallow the entire length into his mouth once again.

Xiang panted, a thin sheen of sweat glistening on his forehead as Qinghe’s mouth moved up and down over his shaft while the rabbit spirit's hands and tongue also worked busily over the base of Xiang’s member and balls. The hot and slick mouth slid over his sensitive organ, the soft tongue dragging along the underside and flicking over the tip.

As the pleasure from being sucked and licked while enveloped in that hot and slick little mouth kept building inside him, the muscles in Xiang’s body stretched and rolled restlessly with the strain of holding himself back from just moving his hips and pumping into the little rabbit spirit’s soft mouth. Sensing him nearing his release, Qinghe increased his pace, moving with a sense of urgency that kept in time with Xiang’s frantically pulsing need.

After being pushed higher and higher like this, a few moments later, Xiang finally went stiff, a rumbling groan vibrating his throat as thick streams of liquid erupted into Qinghe’s mouth. His throat moving quickly, the rabbit spirit swallowed every drop eagerly, not letting it spill out even a little. And only after Xiang was done climaxing did Qinghe finally release the spent member, licking his lips with a satisfied gleam in his eyes as he leaned back.

Xiang let out deep breaths in an attempt to recover his bearings. It seemed that this adorable little rabbit spirit did indeed master the art of ‘eating carrots’.

Seeing the state of the tiger spirit, Qinghe smacked his lips and remarked smugly, “The carrot juice was delicious.”

Hearing those words, Xiang’s body immediately grew taut as he felt heat surging inside his body once more, his flaccid member quickly rising again.

His gaze dropping to the erect organ, Qinghe asked gleefully, “Are you going to bury that tasty carrot inside me now?”

Xiang’s eyes narrowed as he mischievously returned, “What if I say no?”

Qinghe’s long rabbit ears drooped as he pouted pitifully, but his eyes still held playful mirth as he spoke in a seemingly dejected voice, “Then I’ll just have to make do with another carrot.”

Saying so, Qinghe picked up a thin and long carrot from the ones scattered beside him.

Then, in front of Xiang’s burning gaze, Qinghe lightly nibbled and licked the pointed tip to blunt and lubricate it, then settling on the grass with his front pressed to the ground and his bottom facing Xiang, he used the fingers of one hand to part his round buttocks and slowly led the carrot’s tip towards the puckered little opening in between.

With glinting eyes, Xiang intently drank in the sight of the blunt orange tip pushing into that pink entrance and slowly sinking inside. The edges of the delicate opening expanded around the intruding carrot's width as more of it disappeared between the rabbit spirit's firm buttocks.

As Qinghe shifted and moaned softly, his hand kept unrelentingly forcing the thin carrot deeper and deeper into himself. Since he hadn’t prepared his opening before, even this slender carrot, which was the thinnest that he could find, seemed exceedingly large as it pushed apart his inexperienced inner walls, its rough surface dragging over his tender passage.

After pushing it in as much as he could with just its topmost part left peeking outside, Qinghe retrieved his trembling fingers and curled them into the grass, his head bowing down and his back slightly arching up as he panted with flushed cheeks. The green stalks and leaves attached to the top of the carrot hung from between his white buttocks like a second tail, quivering slightly in a reflection of his twitching insides.

With his hands fisted by his side and his body tense, Xiang drank in this helpless and beguiling appearance of the little rabbit spirit with a greedy gaze.

Lifting his head and turning to look up at Xiang with dewy eyes, Qinghe spoke in a piteous voice, “Xiang, I think your carrot will feel better inside me after all.”

Hearing these words, Xiang’s self-restraint finally snapped.

He leapt towards the tempting little rabbit spirit, his hard body settling atop the softer one as he pushed Qinghe onto his back. With a hand, Xiang pulled up one of Qinghe’s slender legs high into the air as the fingers of the other hand reached between those round mounds to grip the carrot lodged deep inside the little rabbit’s bottom.

As Xiang began pulling it out, Qinghe shuddered and groaned, once again feeling the rough surface of the carrot rasping against his soft inner walls as it was dragged out.

“Ah…X-Xiang… Please…..I want you…inside me…”

Xiang gritted his teeth as another wave of heat burned through his body at Qinghe’s soft and pleading tone.

Finally sliding that enviable carrot out completely, Xiang threw it away. Then retracting his claws into his fingertips, he reached up to place his fingers against Qinghe’s trembling lips.

“Suck them,” he commanded, and the little rabbit spirit obediently opened his mouth to do so.

Qinghe’s eyes squeezed shut, his eyelashes quivering ever so slightly as he carefully wetted the long fingers that had been thrust into his mouth, his moist and soft tongue curling around the strong digits and exploring their shape and texture curiously.

Xiang’s gaze darkened as he saw those soft lips wrapped around his fingers while the damp tongue enfolding them caused a warm sensation to spread up from his hand.

A few minutes later, Xiang spoke hoarsely. “Enough.”

Qinghe blinked up at Xiang with trusting eyes and opened his mouth to let the fingers withdraw. The wetted fingers directly headed downwards, pressing and rubbing against Qinghe’s opening as if seeking permission. Shuddering, Qinghe widened his legs and easily gave it. He immediately felt the tip of a finger pushing into him, the rough finger pad rubbing into the sensitive tissue inside. The long digit kept pressing in deeper, reaching the tight inner ring of muscles and slowly breaching through.

Qinghe shifted restlessly, his hands clutching at the grass around him to give him a sense of stability. The feeling of Xiang’s strong finger entering him was strange yet titillating, making the pit of his belly tremble with anticipation that he didn’t fully understand.

A low voice suddenly sounded from above him, “I’ve heard that rabbit spirits mate all year long, and yet you feel so tight. It must have been such a long time since you last mated. Or…is it that I’m your first?”

Qinghe looked up to meet the golden gaze of the tiger spirit and bashfully nodded, his cheeks burning red and his eyes wide and watery.

Seeing such an adorable appearance, Xiang couldn’t help but chuckle affectionately. Bending down, he placed a small kiss against those silky flushed cheeks. Meanwhile, he added in another finger inside the tight passage, slowly stroking and massaging the pliant channel as he pushed his fingers in and out, then soon proceeded to add a third digit.

“A-Ah…” Qinghe groaned softly, his eyes growing half-lidded. His body felt like it was melting from within at the sensation of his passage being forced open like this by those powerful fingers. He unconsciously raised his bottom to let those digits reach in deeper, the rest of his body lying lax and unresisting on the grass.

His fingers steadily moving in and out of the hot channel, Xiang spoke, “But there’s still one thing I’m curious about.” Then abruptly removing his fingers from within Qinghe, he continued, “If you are a rabbit spirit, then why do you smell like a fox?”

As the words filtered through the haze of his arousal, Qinghe froze.

If there was one thing a spirit couldn’t hide, it was its scent. And despite the sheer amount of carrots filling the glade, Xiang’s senses were strong enough to just barely make out the scent of a fox spirit on the being lying under him.

Realizing that despite his ploy of using these many carrots, the astute tiger spirit had still sniffed out his identity, Qinghe turned his body around and trembled against the ground. The ears and tail of a rabbit vanished, replaced with those of a fox. But rather than white, Qinghe’s fur and long hair were now a shining silver.

As he looked up at Xiang with uncertainty and trepidation in his gaze, Qinghe’s large fox ears meekly laid down flat against his head, the pointed tips quivering. His fluffy silver tail instinctively curled into a spiral over his buttocks and the back of his upper thighs as if to shield his vulnerable areas due to the uncertainty of the situation. His arms were folded tight against his chest, his shoulders curving inward as he pressed his belly down onto the ground as if shying away from the powerful tiger spirit crouching right over him.

Xiang’s expression darkened at this sudden change in the rabbit spirit’s― no, the fox spirit’s manner.

But then, in a quavering voice, Qinghe tearfully asked, “W-Will Xiang not mate with me anymore if I’m not a soft and cute little bunny spirit?”

Xiang felt as if a lightning bolt had struck him.

If seeing this pitiful expression previously on the face of a prey like the rabbit spirit had made Xiang’s heart ache, then seeing it now on a predator like this fox spirit made his heart outright explode!

“Why did you hide your identity?” Xiang finally asked with difficulty, suppressing the urge to just hug this little spirit and soothe away his fears.

Hunching his shoulders even further, Qinghe seemed on the verge of tears as he replied, “I asked your brother Kong Min what sort of spirits you liked, and he advised me that if I wanted to seduce you, I should use the transformation skills of my race to turn into a cute bunny spirit and ask to eat your carrot.”

Xiang looked at him blankly, then a corner of his lips lifted up in a snarl.

That bloody bastard Kong Min! The next time he fell into his claws, he would skin him alive and use his pelt as a doormat outside his cave!

Then as something suddenly occurred to him, Xiang turned to Qinghe and asked, “Wait, you wanted to seduce me? Why?”

Qinghe blushed and looked away, the stiffness in his body receding as he bit his lip with a shy expression. In a soft voice, he admitted, “I’ve wanted to be your mate for a long time. I once saw you take down a large bear monster to defend your territory and became interested in you. Later, I also saw you helping little baby spirits by getting them food and taking care of weak spirits who couldn’t defend themselves from big and mean ones. So I decided that I liked you and wanted you to be my mate.

“But I realized that I didn’t know much about you at all, so I’ve been following you in secret since then, helping you covertly when I can and mapping out the pattern of your patrol routes every day, because I wanted to arrange a carefully staged meeting with you someday. However, I had to go through a lot of effort to hide my scent and presence from you until then so that you won’t find me out. I was afraid that you won’t like me if you figured out that I was following you, so I had to hide.

“To find out what you liked in a mate, I tried to ask your brother about it, and he gave me that advice. He said I should be small and weak and someone you would want to protect. He said I should be a cute and enchanting rabbit spirit and ask you to let me eat your carrot. He said that it will definitely make you want to mate with me. I thought lying was bad and that I shouldn’t lie to you about my race, but your brother said that you wouldn’t mind at all. Xiang…did I do it wrong? Do you…hate me now?”

Hearing all this, by now, Xiang’s interest in this little fox spirit had increased by several-fold. Not only had this fox spirit managed to keep his stalking hidden, but he also had the strength and cunning to be able to help a powerful tiger beast like Xiang secretly without giving himself away. He had the patience and he’d clearly shown his dedication by perseveringly following him all this while, since the incident with the bear when this little spirit seemed to have gained interest in him first had after all been several years ago! He also had the shrewdness to seamlessly use his assumed identity of a rabbit spirit to bring in that large pile of carrots just to blunt Xiang’s sense of smell, and it had almost worked too. Thinking up to here, Xiang could definitely not deny that he felt both intrigued and impressed by this little fox spirit. He was truly worthy of his respect.

And now, seeing the fox spirit’s wide and dewy eyes blinking up at him as he asked if Xiang hated him was just the final nail in the tiger spirit’s coffin. How could someone be so delightfully interesting, beautiful, competent, and adorable at the same time?! Just thinking how such a being had gone above and beyond in trying to woo him, Xiang felt his heart soften, filling with warmth.

Not wanting this little fox spirit to misunderstand and be sad anymore, Xiang gentled his voice and said, “No, Little Qinghe, I do not hate you.”

Tentative hope gleamed bright in the fox spirit’s eyes. “Th-Then…will Xiang take me as his mate even if I’m not a soft and weak little bunny spirit?”

The gold in Xiang’s eyes turned deeper. “Yes, I will take you as my mate, but only because you are a cunning yet cute little fox spirit who is capable of scheming even against the lord of this mountain.”

Qinghe’s eyelashes fluttered down as he blushed. “Xiang is praising me too much.” Then gradually letting the tension leave his taut body, the fox spirit Qinghe looked up through his silvery lashes uncertainly. “Then…will Xiang mate with me now? I really want to feel your big carrot buried inside me.”

The tiger spirit's heart thumped faster as his lust immediately heightened again. Unable to bear such temptation, Xiang immediately bent his head to capture the fox spirit’s soft lips, suckling them with relish.

Though he was surprised by the suddenness of it, Qinghe was also excited to try out these new things with Xiang before mating. And so, lightly twisting his body to the side to allow more access to his mouth, Qinghe let Xiang thoroughly play with his lips. As their lips slid together more and more passionately, Qinghe moaned and relaxed his body into the grass, reassured that Xiang really did want him.

As he ravenously devoured the little rabbit spirit’s coyly pursed lips, Xiang’s broad palms slid over the smooth skin of the slender body under him, touching and exploring eagerly. When Qinghe opened his mouth in a shy invitation, Xiang gladly thrust his tongue inside, sliding it over the soft tissue and entwining with the moist tongue within. Hesitantly, the inexperienced Qinghe also reciprocated Xiang’s fervor, his little tongue delicately playing with Xiang’s to taste his mouth in return. However, his small licks and playful nips only increased Xiang’s desire for this sneaky and cute little fox spirit.

As boiling lust ignited his blood with a burst of intense passion, Xiang disengaged and leaned back from the kiss. Qinghe made a noise of protest and wanted to follow Xiang’s lips with his, but sensing his faltering control over himself, the tiger spirit warned, “If Little Qinghe wants my carrot, then you have to be good.”

The fox spirit pouted and laid his cheek back down on the ground. “Okay, I’ll be very good then. Xiang can see for himself how good I’m being.”

Saying so, under Xiang’s heated gaze, Qinghe slowly, hesitantly uncurled his fluffy silver tail from where it was protectively covering his intimate parts. After it unwound itself from over his round butt cheeks and upper thighs, Qinghe bit his lower lip bashfully and deliberately lifted his tail high up, exposing the cleft between his buttocks and the small pink entrance situated in between to the hungry gaze of the tiger spirit.

Looking up into Xiang’s need-filled expression as he desperately held himself back, Qinghe innocently asked, “Will Xiang bury his carrot inside me now?”

Xiang’s self-control snapped once again.

His hands kneading the soft mounds of Qinghe’s buttocks with his thick-knuckled fingers and rough palms, Xiang affirmed, “Yes, I want to enter you now. Little Qinghe, do you agree to mate with me?”

Qinghe’s expression immediately brightened as he nodded. “Yes, I want Xiang to be my mate!”

His actions matching his words, Qinghe then quickly lifted up his hips in invitation, his fluffy silver tail curling outward until it touched his back. Since he had already prepared him before, Xiang stopped hesitating and let his need take control. Guiding himself forward, Xiang slowly began pushing his large member inside the tight little entrance of the adorable little fox spirit.

Feeling the thick and heavy vein-corded shaft squeezing into his passage, Qinghe whimpered softly. His ears and tail quivered as his pupils expanded due to this new and vivid sensation of his delicate channel being claimed by the powerful tiger spirit’s large and pulsing organ. Neither that thin and rough carrot nor Xiang’s smooth and careful fingers had prepared Qinghe for taking in something so big. As the thick and blunt head forcibly pried open his inner walls to dig deeper into him, Qinghe felt his passage being stretched impossibly wider and wider, expanding to the brink of its limit. Qinghe’s belly felt heavy and full, stuffed to the brim with the huge organ, and yet the hard member relentlessly kept pushing deeper into his gut, sending strange sensations rippling through him.

As Qinghe struggled to accept the thick shaft into the depths of his body, he shuddered and moaned helplessly, his fingers digging into the grass under him and pulling hard. But the roots of the grass stayed firmly attached to the ground. A layer of wetness gathered in Qinghe’s eyes, turning them misty and more enchanting than before. A soft pink flushed his entire body and his spine turned taut as the burn of arousal slowly flooded through him.

Qinghe let his eyelids fall closed as he groaned breathlessly, “A-Ah…ahhh…nh…Xiang…”

Finally seating his member fully inside the warm and wet heat of the fox spirit, Xiang panted to recover his breath, his body covered in a thin sheen of sweat.

“Little Qinghe, you’re tight enough to squeeze the carrot juice right out of my carrot,” Xiang teased huskily, whispering right into the fox spirit’s twitching, silver-furred ear.

Unable to bear the warm breath filling his sensitive ear and the low, smooth voice that felt like it was flowing over his skin and caressing his entire body, Qinghe whimpered helplessly, “…Xiang…”

Bending down, Xiang nuzzled the crook of the fox spirit’s neck and asked with concern, “How is it? Does it hurt?”

Qinghe struggled to understand the question through the haze of his desire, then shook his head after a moment of hesitation. “It felt strange and uncomfortable at first, but it feels nice now.”

Xiang frowned, discontented that he hadn’t picked up on the little fox spirit’s discomfort. “Do you want me to stop?”

Stiffening, Qinghe immediately refused, squeezing his eyes closed and shaking his head with all he had. “No! I-I want to mate with Xiang! I want Xiang to become only mine! All mine!”

Xiang chuckled, his voice a deep rumble. “And I want to mate with you too. Even if you want to stop now, I will still wait to mate with my adorable Little Qinghe when he’s ready.”

With tears dampening his eyes and hanging like dew from his thick and long lashes, Qinghe hesitantly peeked up at him, “R-Really?”

His eyes softening, Xiang reassured, “Yes, really. So do you want to stop? Be honest now.”

But Qinghe barely needed a moment to think before he resolutely shook his head. “It feels nice to have Xiang inside me. Can we continue to mate?”

Xiang’s heart melted as he nodded. “Then we will continue as you wish.”

And so, not waiting for Qinghe to say anything more, Xiang lifted his hands and dragged them up the fox spirit’s front, over the soft skin of his stomach, his sides, and up his midriff, stopping only when he reached his chest. With his rough fingertips, Xiang rubbed and fondled the two small and velvety pink nubs standing stiff and eager. His touch slowly growing firmer, Xiang pinched and pulled, then rolled and twisted the delicate little points on the fox spirit’s chest.

As sparks shot under his skin while Xiang ruthlessly tormented his sensitive buds, Qinghe gasped and writhed uncontrollably due to the intensity of these strange and new sensations that he didn’t know how to manage. Wanting to feel more of this pleasure, Qinghe instinctively pushed his chest forward as his backside ground against Xiang’s groin. But filled as he was with Xiang’s member, moving his hips caused the thick shaft inside him to rub slightly against his inner walls, making its presence even more noticeable. Qinghe attention shifted to how he could distinctly feel the shape of the rigid length buried deep inside him, its veins throbbing and pressing against the walls of his passage as his inner muscles were stretched taut to mold tightly around the hot member.

Qinghe sobbed as all these sensations overwhelmed his mind and body, crashing and colliding against each other and filling him up pitilessly until he felt like he was breaking. His body trembled as his hands clenched harder on the grass. Soft and sensual sounds of pleasure spilled out of his lips in a pitifully quavering voice.

Seeing Qinghe so helpless against the intensity of his own desire made Xiang’s eyes deepen into a molten dark gold. He was trying to go slowly, letting the little fox spirit get accustomed to these unfamiliar sensations before taking it further. But seeing Qinghe behaving so adorably, his need plain and apparent as his supple body twisted and writhed underneath him, his soft skin sliding and rubbing against his, Xiang’s lust couldn’t help but grow in urgency.

Taking a breath to control himself, Xiang leaned into the little fox spirit’s pliant body, holding him in place with an arm over his belly. Looking down, he could see how smooth and inviting Qinghe's skin was. And flushed with the soft pink of arousal, the creamy skin was so delectably enticing that Xiang felt compelled to have a taste. Bending his head, he gave a light bite to the skin on the little fox spirit’s round shoulder. As Qinghe let out a quiet hiss in reaction, Xiang first sucked, then laved his tongue over the resulting red mark.

Leaning down, Qinghe pressed his cheek into the cool grass under him, feeling the soft texture of the damp soil against his heated skin as he cried out. Crystalline tears gathered at the corners of his eyes as his eyelids squeezed closed tightly. His delicate pink lips parted wide open as he begged, “A-Ah, Xiang! P-Please!”

Xiang gave a long lick spanning the entire length of Qinghe’s shoulder, his warm and moist tongue dragging up the side of the fox spirit’s arched neck, over the tense muscles and the frantic throb of his pulse, and stopping just below his reddened ear. Lightly nipping the earlobe with his sharp incisors, Xiang asked, “What are you pleading for, Little Qinghe?”

Qinghe felt overwhelmed and dazed, his body washed with the unfamiliar heat of arousal from the inside and the warmth of Xiang’s skin enveloping him from behind. Turning his head to blink his wide eyes glistening with wetness, Qinghe beseeched sweetly, “Please…more?”

Hearing the soft plea, Xiang felt his mind go blank as desire took full control.

His hands moving to grip the little fox spirit’s hips, Xiang pulled out completely, leaving Qinghe feeling restless and too empty in the absence of the warm body covering him and the thick length filling his passage. But before he could start protesting, Xiang used his thumbs to pull apart Qinghe’s soft buttocks to expose his pink and glistening hole. The delicate entrance had expanded slightly, showing a small, shadowed gap at the center. The tender opening kept squeezing and relaxing in time with Qinghe’s breathing, looking as if it wanted to swallow something big to fill its warm depths and sate its hunger.

Lifting up his upper body on trembling arms, Qinghe called, “X-Xiang? Aren’t we going to continue?”

In an unfathomable voice, the tiger spirit replied, “Oh, yes, we’re definitely going to continue.”

With that, Xiang leaned forward until the thick tip of his member rested right against that little hole, then suddenly jerking the fox spirit’s hips back, he slammed his shaft in full force, driving his entire length into the slickened opening all at once.

Qinghe’s body jolted at the sudden flash of brutal friction forcefully dragging through his inner walls, his body arching as a thin scream ripped out of him. His hands hurriedly searched for purchase, gripping the grass and pulling in agitation. Though he could feel the hardy roots of the grass beginning to loosen the ground around the base, Qinghe didn’t have the luxury to care as Xiang pulled out and slammed back in again and again, his thrusts powerful as his hips swung in a mad, hectic rhythm.

The slap of flesh against flesh, the sound of a thick and hard member frantically driving in and out of a soft and moist passage, the slip and slide of hands and lips over sweaty skin, the whimpers and moans, growls and screams of two animal spirits mating in a passionate frenzy—all of it rang out loudly, completely filling the carrot-strewn glade.

Qinghe felt a low growl building in his own chest as the raging need took over. Heeding his instincts, he moved his body along with Xiang’s, pulling and pushing together to gain maximum pleasure. Xiang clenched his jaws as he let out growl after gritted growl while gripped in the fiery passion. Qinghe’s claw-tipped fingers digging into the earth pulled and pulled until they tore out tufts of grass, and yet it was not enough, his hands scrambling to clutch at something solid to anchor him in this tide of sensations and flood of endless stimulation drowning his helpless body.

As the pleasure built and built, it finally exploded in a shower of sparks as waves of warm ecstasy washed through Qinghe. His body shuddered as his shaft released streams of liquid into the grass under him, twitching and straining until it was completely wrung out.

Feeling the tight passage wrapped around his pounding length clenching and pulsing when Qinghe climaxed, Xiang barely held out for a few more moments before his release spurted out of his own member, the rush of thick fluid pouring into Qinghe's soft channel, filling his inner crevices with the burning hot liquid and drawing a breathless gasp from him.

As the pair’s orgasms receded and the blissful afterglow set in, silence slowly claimed the glade full of carrots once again. After recovering his breath, Xiang slowly pulled his spent member out from Qinghe’s passage with a sucking sound. Then turning the little fox spirit to face him and holding his soft and limp body close, Xiang lied down on a clean patch of grass.

Looking at the relaxed and peaceful expression on the little fox spirit’s face, Xiang felt his own heart become tranquil. As he continued to gaze at Qinghe’s beautiful features that seemed to be getting more adorably charming the more he looked at it, those long, silvery lashes suddenly fluttered and slid open to reveal a pair of clear and limpid eyes.

Blinking, Qinghe asked in a hoarse voice, “Xiang? Does this mean…we’re mates now?”

Xiang smiled, his expression warm and satisfied. Leaning forward to nuzzle his little fox spirit’s face, he said, “Yes, now we’re mates, my Little Qinghe.”

A beatific smile bloomed on Qinghe’s face, the sight making Xiang’s chest fill with happiness and satisfaction. Closing his eyes, he hugged his beloved Qinghe tightly and felt the little fox spirit snuggling into his body as well. As soft affection for each other bloomed, the two animal spirits slowly entwined their tails, the striped dark gold of a tiger’s tail winding together with the fluffy silver-furred tail of a fox.

With a soft sigh, Xiang let the exhaustion of his body drag him under as comfortable darkness enfolded him, his heart full of contentment.

……

Inside the bedroom steeped in the hushed quiet of the night, Wei Xiang slowly opened his eyes, his vision filled with the faint stripes of glowing moonlight dancing on the ceiling. Thinking back to the strange yet pleasant dream he’d just had, he didn’t know what to feel.

Turning his head, Wei Xiang saw the peacefully slumbering profile of his little lover and smiled. Though the dream version of his beloved as a little fox spirit was adorable too, he still preferred the real version. Or rather, the dream version had actually been a part of the real Qinghe’s personality, so how could Wei Xiang not love that little fox spirit as well?

Contemplating on how the focus of the dream had been about him and his beloved mating, Wei Xiang couldn’t help but feel that his beast instincts were trying to subconsciously urge him on. But Wei Xiang refused to let go of his self-control and give in to his beast in that aspect, especially since he was certain it would mean hurting his little lover.

Sighing and pushing those thoughts away, Wei Xiang once more thought back to the dream. Though it had been a fun one, Wei Xiang would still rather be a wyvern than a tiger. His Qinghe was the one more suited to be a tiger—a majestic yet cold white tiger with silvery fur, crouched on a tree branch high above and looking down at the world through sharp, predatory eyes. Thinking of his little lover silently tracking him with a focused gaze, patiently waiting for a chance to sneakily pounce on him, Wei Xiang felt a sense of both amusement and excitement.

Smiling softly, Wei Xiang lifted a hand and traced a fingertip over his Qinghe’s smooth cheek, reveling in the familiar yet pleasant sensation.

His eyelids trembling, Qinghe slowly eased his eyes open, his expression dazed and sleepy. “…Xiang?”

Wei Xiang retrieved his finger and apologized, “I’m sorry, love. Did I wake you up while fondling your adorable face?”

His lips twitching, Qinghe shook his head in silent amusement. But then, seeing his beloved’s expression, Qinghe lifted a hand to trace his beloved’s lips. “Xiang, what happened? Why are you smiling like that?”

Wei Xiang felt his lips tingling wherever his little lover’s fingers touched them. His voice languid and smooth, he replied, “Mn, it’s nothing. I just had a strange dream.”

Qinghe pressed the back of a hand against his mouth as he yawned, then asked, “Oh? What was it about?”

Shifting to face his little lover fully, Wei Xiang answered with humor dancing in his eyes, “It was about a cute little fox pretending to be a rabbit so that it could eat its favorite juicy carrot in a glade full of carrots.”

Qinghe blinked confusedly. “What a strange dream. But then again, dreams tend to be like that.”

“Yes, that is true,” Wei Xiang said. Then, with his eyes practically gleaming with suppressed laughter, he asked, “So love, tell me, do you like to eat big and juicy carrots?”

His mind clouded by sleep, the oblivious Qinghe very innocently replied, “Yes, I think they taste very good. Especially when they are mixed with some sugar and milk to make sweets. I even like carrot juice, it’s mildly sweet and tasty.”

Unable to help himself, Wei Xiang burst out laughing.

Of course, the poor Qinghe didn’t understand what Wei Xiang found so amusing, or why, after he was finished laughing, his beloved suddenly began pushing him down into the bed with so much enthusiasm...

But of course, as usual, Qinghe soon got into the mood and started contributing to the quick disappearance of their clothing as well. And within moments, the bed was shaking to and fro while the groans of both the straining wood and the passionate couple intermingled in the room.

And so, a certain beast Xiang ate up his dear mate Qinghe in real life as well.