82 The Fox is cosseted

It took a long while for Chu Yun to get his breathing under control. He couldn't remember the last time sex left him this winded. 

Xiao Zai was a comfortable weight on top of him, and the satisfaction of having marked him pacified Chu Yun's fox, finally giving him some respite from the unbearable fire of the rut.

Xiao Zai was laving his neck with soft, wet kisses, letting out satisfied, low rumbles from the back of his throat as he kissed his skin, all the while still coming inside of him.

The overwhelming fullness of all the cum filling him up made Chu Yun squirm, but there was nothing he could do about it until Xiao Zai's knot went down. Something that would take some time as long as the knot was lodged inside someone, and not just clutched in a fist that could let go at any time.