You are your father's child.

Such simple words. Kimika had heard them for all of his young life, always whispered with an ominous air that never seemed to accompany the saying when directed to other boys.

But, of course, he was not like most other boys. He never knew his father. Any inquiry to the matter of his parentage always drew pale stares, swift redirections, and hushed tones - although even those were frequent in his presence even without the topic of his father. The reason why came when he eavesdropped on his Mother's servants to overhear their gossip, and how they referred to him in private as that fae child'. Any attempts to get them to explain what that meant only drew the same panicked responses as before, save an extra attempt to cajole him into silence. Were they that afraid of his father that even his name, or nature, was heresy to speak? He couldn't be sure, after all, it was just as likely that they might have been forced to silence by his mother's tyrannical threats. She was a strong and beautiful coyote, and if it was not for the foul rumors circulating about her courting the wild, dark fae of the woods, surely would have been a beloved ruler, rather than the tyrant. But all that mattered to Kimika was that she was the only person in his life who doted on him and treated him like a child, rather than something to be feared. Kimika's favorite moments were whenever she had time away from court or family business to spend time with him, her precious and only child. Yet even during their time together, those five words would occasionally slip from her lips. You are your father's child,' except the hushed fear underpinning their pronunciation was replaced with a hint of pride beneath a thick veneer of forlorn longing and a sense of looming loss.

He knew the tale of her ascent well from the whispers he overheard from the servants. The oldest daughter of the last Lord, she was passed over by the old dog for her younger brother - widely considered a fool even by those who still whispered his name to this day - because of her perceived infertility.

But his uncle's reign was snuffed out before it ever began. On the day that the fool would have assumed the seat of their house after the Lord's passing, he disappeared. Even ten years later, no one knew what had happened to him, or where he had gone. But, that did not stop people from whispering. After all, after his mysterious, untimely disappearance, she sat on the throne instead, and in her barren womb that had never borne pups before or after, he had been conceived.

No Lord nor commoner claimed him, even after he had been born, and his vulpine parentage was made obvious by his crossbred features, despite the political advantages that would come from being the father to the heir-apparent.

By the time Kimika was speaking his first words, the rumors of that day and his siring had already spread across their household. A pact, she must have made a pact with a fae to slaughter her sibling and pave the way to her taking control of the family. Although, whether his birth was the sinister creature's price, or another favor she had bargained for from his enigmatic vulpine sire, was a subject of disagreement by the gossiping servants. His mother would have known the truth, but the subject of his father, yet alone fae and any pacts she might have entered, was a topic she always brushed away from - whatever answers she gave at all coming in the form of passing allusions, or a statement that, he would know about it all one day'. Or, on the rare occasion, just those same five ominous words. But that was fine... He had his own secrets that he had kept from his mother, after all. He could feel his father's presence. His mother was always busy. The rumors of her bloody ascent and fae conspiring ways constantly undermined her authority, as did the fact that her sole heir was a half-blood bastard that was widely believed to be a fae child. Which meant that she had to rule firmly, and many times rule cruelly, and thus was frequently on the road to quash those you dissented against her control before they could undermine her power. It also meant that he was raised by her servants and tutors more than her, despite how much the coyote woman might have wished otherwise. They had always been cold and distant for as long as the young pup could remember, treating him more like a beast that could turn on them at any moment than a young boy desperate for attention. None of the other parents, neither lord nor commoners, would let their kids play with him either. One would think he was a lonely child, but he never acted it, even when his mother's servants locked him in a dark room to try and distance themselves from him. Because that was his secret. He was never alone. He had felt his father's stare on him for his entire life. A presence that lurked silently, invisibly in the shadows, and yet the weight of its stare was always on the back of his mind. A hungry, possessive stare, like those of a frenzied animal waiting to strike. Kimika had been frightened of it as a newborn. Frightened by the dancing blue flames for eyes that he occasionally glimpsed from the corner of his room - seemingly floating within the darkness with no owner - convinced that the entity behind them would one day drag him into the shadows and gobble him up. It was only when his mother's servants, fed up with his constant wailing, had forced him to confront the shadows he was so afraid of that he had learned of the warmth that lay behind the hungry eyes. With no light, the invisible, predatory presence drew closer, and closer, even as he screamed louder and louder for a rescue that would never come, convinced that the beast in the darkness would eat him. Instead, he felt a soft, paternal touch that he had never known until then - save for half-remembered dotings in his dreams. The presence in the darkness reached forth, and the suffocating darkness he had been so afraid of took a quasi-real form to lick across his tear-stained cheeks. The embrace was cold and illusory, barely more tangible than a breeze, but it was there, as were the murmuring, comforting words which felt like they bubbled up from his own mind more than they were spoken into being. Hush now. You have no need to be afraid. A prince of shadows need never fear the dark.'' He knew that the presence within the darkness was his father as soon as he felt the tenebrous fox's tongue against his cheek. In his naive fear he had been blind to the protective warmth behind the shadowy vulpine's stares, the soft paternal weakness a dad had for his own flesh and blood. But, now that his eyes had been opened to the truth, he could see the love within the sapphire eyes now so close to his. The beast within the darkness had stayed with him long after he had drawn quiet, drawing his tenebrous body around the young hybrid and consoling him for hours on end. The soft, phantom touch of the beast's tongue wiped his face clean - erasing any evidence of his sobs, and with them, took his fear of the dark. He clung to the faint weight of the umbral fox, buried his face into his dad's shadowy form to breathe in whatever figment of scent his quasi-real fur offered. All while his father's tongue wandered over his body - tasting him, doting on him, investigating across his being like an appraiser would their dearest treasure, or a chef sampling their sweetest desert. His father even told the boy another secret as his insubstantial form embraced his cub's, cradling him against his chest and murmuring sweet, doting praise on his little prince. His name', the one his mother had given to him, was not his real name. His real name was the one that his father had given to him while he was still in the womb, whispered and breathed into his nascent soul by his father's nuzzling caress. No wonder he had never felt a strong attachment to the name his mother had chosen. But, his real name was a secret, a promise shared between just the two of them - whispered in sweet murmurs within the shadows just between them. Such was the power of a fae's name, or so his father told him.

By the time that the one in charge of the servants had discovered what her underlings had done, and the dark closet he had been locked within opened, the fearful cub they had known was replaced by one that was giggling and smiling from ear to ear. The gluttonous beast he feared within the shadows was his protector, his father. He never knew what happened to the servants responsible, in a way, he was thankful that they had inadvertently given him the opportunity to finally get to know his dad - but they were apparently dismissed' from their jobs once his mother returned home and discovered what they had done. Ever since that day, his ostracization by the servants and other children only worsened, but Kimika didn't mind. It gave him more time to be with the shadows. His father was always there, happy to dote upon him whenever he was alone, whenever he needed the caring, protective darkness to embrace him. Whenever he whimpered during the night from a bad dream, his father's tenebrous body would cradle him close until the faint, comforting weight eased his mind. When he did get lonely at not having any friends, his father introduced him to his brothers - appearing much like their dad as wisps of shadow in the form of kits that chased and played with their younger brother all throughout the dark corners of his mother's castle and court. He didn't care how the others called him strange, or weird, he had found happiness with the projected shades of his father he never knew he had. But... He was his father's child. He finally discovered what those words meant on the morning of his tenth birthday. His mother had been kept away from the castle even more than usual, the commoners and servants even more terse, and the atmosphere so thick with dread and smoldering anger beneath their polite words that it could be felt. But, for that day at least, his Mother had reserved time just for him. She held a lavish feast that felt more like a marriage ceremony than a party, one that even the shadow of his father attended - watching with desire from a single corner of the room where the torch was left unlit. It was there, after many cups of wine - a watered down goblet of which he too got to drink himself to ease his thoughts - that she told him the truth. He belonged to his father. The deal she had struck with the fae was for a child, and nothing more, one the enigmatic kitsune she had courted agreed to with a stipulation; the child she conceived would be gifted back to him to become one of his wives. Arranging a marriage for an unborn child was far from unusual for a lady of nobility, she herself had been pledged to another family's son, and their children to another, before her infertility led to both arrangements annulment. So, despite the peculiarities of the father of her child being the intended groom, it was an easy enough agreement for her to make. What she had to negotiate for was when. The umbral vulpine had initially refused to let their son stay with her in the mortal realm out of concern for his safety. Those around him would distrust him, even fear him for the fae blood which pumped within his veins - or worse, use him, study him, or dispose of him as they had with so many others of his kin. So it was to secure her boy's safety, and thus the right to keep him by her side, that she took control of the family. Only then, with her tight grip on power, could she protect her precious and only child. But, the shadowy kitsune knew that she could not hold onto the reins of her family for long, especially not after the inevitable rumors of her laying with a fox and birthing a fae child spread. Ten years. That was how long he had told her her plan would buy. Ten years and he would come for his child, when the fear of her people and the envy for power of her family members finally outgrew her ability to manage. She spent all that time trying to prove the fox wrong, to carve out a tranquil home for her child to grow up in alongside her. But, the damned fox was right on the money. Her grip had already started to slip. Before the end of the day, using the fae child's birthday as their rallying cry, her rivals would bring war upon their home, and with it, end her tenure as his guardian and ward. All the while as she spoke, the darkness in the corner of the room where his father sat expanded, swelling in equal measure to the chaos erupting outside of the hall. The grumbles of protest from displeased courtiers had grown into decrying yells and shouts for the fae-cohorter and her mongrel to be brought forth. But, Kimika showed no fear. He knew that his father wouldn't allow anyone else to touch him, a promise that became more pronounced as the darkness grew so thick that it began to snuff out the torches of the hall one by one - silencing the disturbance outside beneath a suffocating blanket of shadows until even the foyote's ears could not make out the noise anymore. The tenebrous visage of his father, meanwhile, drew closer as the room surrendered to his influence, bringing his ravenous blue-eyes closer still. Until, as all but the scones by his mother's seat flickered out, Kimika felt the fox's real, physical breath against his neck for the first time in his life. Where once coiling shadows twisted together to make the visage of a snout, there now was orange and white fur. Where before only the faint, insubstantial, ephemeral touch of shadows brushed against his neck, there now were whiskers, and the warmth of excited pants lolling from a bestial fox's maw. Flickering blue flames for eyes sharpened into crisp blue eyes so much like his own - albeit still glinting with the same enthralling azure light of those twinkling gems within the dark. Looking down further along the hungry feral fox's body saw the strong physique whose silhouette he had cradled against many a time, albeit now made of flesh, blood, and an insulating pelt which offered the warmth Kimika could only imagine until now, trailing down to a set of five tails that blended subtly into the darkness around them. This is my father... This is what he really looks like.' The young coysune thought.

At first, Kimika wanted to reach forward and finally embrace the dad he had known for most of his life, yet could never touch beyond his projected shade. But, at the same time, his ears burned with what his mother had told him. That he belonged to the majestic feral beast standing next to him - that he had been promised to be fae lord's bride, despite the fact that he was a boy!

His eyes turned away, seeking refuge in his mother who he believed to be nearby, only to see that she was gone - her visage visible only through her shadowy after image that drank the last of her wine, then turned to walk towards the door to the chaos outside - taking with it the last flicker of light that once burned by her side, and leaving him to the strange dark realm with his father.

Wh- Where am I...'' He mumbled, now painfully aware of the cold around him so unlike the hall warmed by its fiery hearth, almost like he had suddenly found himself in the cellar - except the chill was even more poignant against his body with how abrupt the transition was.

His old fear of the darkness returned. His old, immature fears had come true. He had been devoured by, or at least abducted, by the dark, taken away from the warmth of his mother and his home that he might never see again. He was now alone with those hungry eyes, with no one able to save him from the desire which simmered beneath their sapphire hue.

There's no reason to be afraid, my son... You always knew this day would come... That I would come to claim you, did you not?'' The enigmatic fox spoke with a warm rumble which barely constrained the excitement burning beneath his words. Come to take you away from the life you had known, to be with me and your brothers... Where you'd have more friends than you could ever know, and subjects that would love rather than fear you~''

Y- You never mentioned that I'd be your wife...'' He protested. His ears burned hot enough that they began to fight off the gloomy chill all on their own.

He had always pictured that he would be marrying a girl, like the princesses in all the stories he read - that he'd be a knightly prince of gloom that would build a castle within the dark. Instead, it appeared that he would be the one spirited away, taken into his father's eldritch court, to bear more shadowy siblings like the ones he had played with.

Does that matter..? It is your life's purpose... The meaning of the True Name, breathed into your soul when you were but a twinkle in our eyes... You should feel yourself called to it, as any other child would their destiny.'' The fox's breath tickled against his long ears as his paternal suitor drew closer, his touch comforting yet embarrassing in equal measure.

There was truth in the baleful kitsune's words, a warmth, an unknown, aching longing within his breast that yearned to feel his father's touch, even if - or perhaps especially if - it came with their carnal undercurrent. But, his boyish bravado and childish delusions couldn't be silenced by something as simple as his soul-etched destiny, causing him to take a step away from his father's protection - away from the warmth which radiated from his feral body and shift awkwardly into the shivering void around them.

Can't... Can't we talk about this? It's all rather sudden... Dad...'' He offered, smiling vaguely as his hand reached out - half to try and keep the demanding feral at bay, half to finally let his tender fingers press into his father's silky orange fur like he had always dreamed of doing.

They were so much alike that their parentage was unmistakable; from their orange pelt and green hair, to the gleaming blue eyes that stared at each other with longing within the isolating void - one set shining with a desire for a father he had always felt but never known, while the other burned with desire for a mate that they had watched, yet could never touch. Even the narrow crescent-like stripes of cream breaking his russet fur resembled the peculiar, thicker blemishes in a vulpine's normal pattern. The only hint of his mother's appearance came from the coyote tan-cream fur that had taken the place of the brown socks and ears where his father's was brown - as well as the shorter muzzle and tail which betrayed some canine lineage.

His father, meanwhile, seemed to have considered negotiations settled ten-plus years ago with the union that had planted his seed within his lover's womb, taking another skulking step forward that once again made the cub step back. This time, however, his footing was less certain - sending Kimika tumbling onto his rump to stare up at his father's unyielding visage... And in particular, glance down to see a vivid red rod swell into prominence between the fox's legs - glistening in the dark from some unseen light, and sputtering with an eager throb to paint the gloomy void's floor' with a fecund trail of incestuous longing. Isn't this... Isn't this wrong?'' The boy murmured, half attempting to convince himself as well as his father. Much like he had never really taken to the name his mother had given him, he had likewise not taken completely to the rules and taboos of the world that had rejected him - although that didn't mean he hadn't internalized them to some degree either. By what right do the edicts and norms of mortals have amongst us~?'' His lurid vulpine sire gave voice to the doubts behind the boy's words as he stepped over his kit. His son continued to shy away by laying back against the void, inadvertently giving the feral the room he needed to loom ominously over his child, bringing the throbbing proof of his desire closer to the youth's body in turn as it pulsed above the cub's feet. But I... I...'' Kimika whimpered again, struggling to find any excuse to deny the desire simmering within them both.. Not that the kitsune would have listened to them anyway, as the fox's snout pushed down to examine his boy's body even before the youth's stuttering objections had finished. The silky tongue whose shadowy-reflection had once whisked away his tears now brushed against his anxious fur, matting the kit's fur in its wake - following the path its tenebrous reflection had charted over his body all those years ago as it started with his cheeks and ears, before wandering down towards his chin. The warmth of his father's breath, of his body, of the faint trail of spit seeping into his fur, all of it helped to push aside the chilling gloom of this realm away from the squirming cub. A fortunate thing indeed, as the fox's snout nuzzled against one piece of clothing after another to make the concealing fabric wash away from existence like darkness before a torch. The feral took his time with each piece, as if he was opening a present's wrapping as he exposed his son's body one section at a time - all the while treating his whimpering boy with his lolling, ravenous tongue, its salacious journey dragged down along the nape of his boy's neck, down along his lithe, prepubescent chest to tantalize the sensitive nubs on his chest, before lolling down further to brush along the belly that would soon bare his own younger brothers. This... This can't be happening...'' The boy huffed hotly, shivering with excitement roused by the pernicious fae's tongue with every brushing flick. His toes clenched against the void with growing trepidation the closer his feral father's tongue drifted towards his loins. One of his hands reached forward to brush a hand against the fox's ears - gripping against the back of the rugged vulpine's head for support more than he was attempting to push him away, as well as to embrace the solid presence he had been so desperate to experience before now. His dad's response was immediate, a teasing nuzzle along the inside of his thigh to discard the last article of clothing the boy wore, exposing to the fox the sight he had been teased by many times over while watching over his boy in the shadows. If there was one area where it seemed the young kit didn't inherit from his father, it was in what lay between his legs. Whilst his carnal protector's mighty rod twitched far against his own thighs whenever the bobbing, glossy red slab canted against his hind legs, the boy's own immature length was barely an accessory to the smooth, lithe body it lay upon. His tender, undropped marbles sat snug against the tiny pouch that was his sheath - whilst the thin lipstick-sized canine rod sprouting from the white fluff couldn't even squeeze a single pearl of arousal from his loins despite the twitching excitement writhing through the flesh caused by his dad's tongue. Not that his father seemed to mind how his son fell short, at least if how that tongue lavished those small bits on their way past was any indication, adding a glistening shine to that small red prick from the layer of drool it left in the wake - the coolness of the air around them becoming even stronger against the soft, unprotected skin of his twig as the chill spread through the layer of spit. Although, as the beast's tongue lapped down lower, salivating along the hem between the cub's groin and thigh, Kimika couldn't help but stare into the hungry blue eyes staring past his loins to meet his glance - sending a shiver through his young body as he contemplated the all too real possibility that he could still end up as his father's meal instead of his wife, and the only thing stopping that possibility from coming to fruition was his father's own twisted mixture of paternal and lurid desires for his own flesh and blood. Fortunately, it was only a passing thought, a momentary fear before the assurance his father had brought him over the years cast his ignorant terror aside. Besides, the shadowy beast was clear about what flavor the hunger burning within those eyes took, especially after the kitsune was satisfied with his taste' - his tongue wandering back along the squirming boy's body, whilst the warm, pulsing heat of his arousal began to drift back over the cub's legs and towards his body.

I... I...'' Kimika blushed, his uncertain hand giving his father's visage one final pet before the arm joined its twin in pressing against the tenebrous floor in an awkward attempt to scramble backwards. Not that he got far before his father's maw caught up to him, the feral's tongue prompting another shiver throughout his body as it lapped along the youth's neck and chin - seemingly brushing across the deepest core of his ephemeral being as much as it did his fur with every lap.

But, what really planted the little, nubile fox wife in place was when his father's lips brushed against his own. The hybrid boy's bright blue eyes opened wide in surprise while his body froze in place as the fox's tongue teased against the opening of his maw. His dad had licked him, groomed him off and on throughout the years, doting on him like he'd expect from a feral father despite his boy's two-legged nature. Even if the deed had been done via his shadow, and without the context of becoming the older fox's bride, that time alone with his father's gloomy reflection had given him some measure of familiarity with the sampling tongue bath his dad had just given him - even if he wasn't quite prepared for how much more... pleasant... it would be with his actual tongue.

But the press of their maws against one another..? That was entirely new, yet another breach of the decorum expected between father and son. One that the feral beast was happy to shatter, as his maw parted, letting his hot, humid breath caress the cub's lips, before that long, silky tongue slid forward to begin prying itself past his boy's lips.

To Kimika's surprise, he found his own lips were just as eager to follow along with his dad's will, parting underneath just the gentlest touch to let his father's tongue invade. When the fox's snout tilted, his own mirrored it in the other direction, better meshing their snouts against one another so that their kiss could deepen and his dad's tongue could slide deeper into his mouth, brushing and dancing against his own sluggish muscle as it explored the new cavern he was laying claim too.

Kimika's expression of shock began to fade into one of blissful contentment with every roll of the feral's tongue. His little heart quivered, drumming with mounting excitement as their kiss deepened. His own tender maw pressed into the incestuous embrace, whilst his soft whimpers of growing desire tickled against the fox's larger, domineering tongue.

His legs hardly needed any more encouragement to spread when the feral's hind paws nudged against his inner thighs, especially once the warm, wet touch of his father's cock finally brushed against his body for the first time. The cub's toes clenched, his fingers digging against the ephemeral dark void beneath him, even his lips tightened their hold on his patriarch's maw just from the shaft's touch. The desire that had burned within the shadowy fox for the better part of a decade was oh so palpable against his body, felt with every vigorous, heat radiating twitch coursing through the sputtering prick to stain his young body with his father's virile scent - yet another claim upon his body made by his feral dad, as if the name etched upon his soul was not enough.

The vulpine's shaft rolled across Kimika's loins as their bodies shifted. The boy's legs rose beneath the nudging press of the feral's legs, coming to rest wrapped loosely around the feral's hips to ensure that his rump was angled up towards the very tool that had sired him all those years ago. The shaft's trickling point brushed over his small coinpurse, leaving behind a matted trail of spunk-soaked fur in its wake as the vivid red column slipped between his cheeks at last.

Their kiss finally parted when the beast pulled back, dragging his tongue from his precious boy's maw with one final slurp across the cub's pallet and leaving behind long, thick bridges of their mixed spit to briefly stretch between their lips. The departure was necessary, however, as the fox's ephemeral shadows helpfully pulled the boy's legs and hips up - dragging Kimika's shoulders down along the illusory ground so that he was left staring up into the lurid feral's face... While the fox's firm, vigorous, spunk belching point kissed' against his pliant virgin pucker - as if the sordid kiss between father and son wasn't unwholesome enough! W-Wait, Dad...'' He sheepishly begged, even as his ears and cheeks blushed a vivid scarlet from his desire and excitement - whatever shame the boy felt served only as a spice to enhance the other two thoughts bubbling forth in his young mind. His softer blue gaze slid down along the underside of his fluffy sire to watch the thick, hefty scepter of need nudging against his flexing ring, glazing the untouched entrance in his father's warm, slippery desire, and leaving the entrance quivering in trepidation at the size of the task in store for it. I've waited long enough, my son... My vixen.'' His father growled hotly with enough conviction that it made the ear he snarled the words into shiver with its tenor. With a forepaw pressed against the half-lifted boy's shoulder, and the lad's lithe legs trapped around his sire, all the feral fox had to do was roll his hips forward to press his thick, tapered point beneath underneath his son's tail at last. Mercifully for Kimika, the large fox was as gentle as his shade had been over all those years despite his long simmered desire, giving the boy's inexperienced pucker plenty of time to adjust as it was slowly stretched over the kitsune's graduated start - allowing the novel pleasure from the invasive press shiver across his taint in tandem to the burning ache of the muscle ring's stretch. But, in the end, there was only so much the lubricating pre pooling against his pucker and the fox's slow yet firm advance could do, leaving the small lad shuddering with the strain as his tailstar began to stretch pink around the stocky rod dimpling his ring with his father's need. Only for the fox to finally grind the rest of his girth's width into his tender child's rump with a harder, firmer buck - stuffing the rest of his head behind the soft ring, and leaving the boy's cheeks wrapped around the turgid girth of his main shaft! There we go... I knew you could handle it... Nice and snug... Like it was made just for me~'' The beast growled hotly, licking his fangs as he kept the need twisting within his breast at bay for a moment longer as his child adjusted to the thick girth throbbing underneath his tail - as well as for the copious trickle of his arousal to seep deeper along the lad's walls, glazing them with a staining layer of vulpine virility. Ah~!'' The breath from Kimika's whimpers danced with the stronger, needier huffs from his feral father's lips, twisting into a turbulent current in the darkness of the kitsune's tenebrous realm as the union of their bodies deepened with every roll from the fox's hips. The first, true breeding thrust after working him open sent an electric shock through the cub's body as his untouched pleasure button was hammered by the thick prick, bringing with it a much more euphoric, sultry moan from the boy's lips as he embraced his purpose. His limbs twisted, squeezing against the fox and the shadows around them, whilst the warmth of need throbbing from the fox's loins and into his core all but banished the remaining chill of the gloomy environment, leaving the cub awash in the lurid heat, lost in his father's oh so carnal love. The kitsune's hips, meanwhile, weren't shy at all in showing the depths to the ocean of desire he had for his offspring. His body rolled with animalistic vigor, sinking his length into the boy faster, and faster as his excitement got the better of him, letting the ravenous hunger the boy had seen for so long behind the fox's eyes finally slip free. A-Ah... S-So warm...'' Kimika moaned as he was carted along to ever higher heights of pleasure with every thrust from his father - rolling him along the ground beneath the beast's pinning paw. His young frame clenched as the rolling pounds landing against his prostate sparked his first climax, sending sweet, tumbling whimpers of bliss spilling forth from the kit's lips, and his undeveloped rod shuddering with a dry heave. It was hardly the last, as the constant, neigh relentless blows from the fox's hips to his rear continued to send newly discovered pleasures sprouting in his depths as more sensitive nerves were stretched around the thick, girthy fox dick to join the button's euphoric cries - especially as the throbbing pulses racing through the pistoning prick added one extra, nerve-wracking sensation to the noisy, hammering smacks ringing out through the umbral void. Until, with the constant, driving rut pushing him from one dry release to the next, his impotent, prepubescent balls finally squeezed a small bead of infertile cream from the youth's small twig - a single bead of off-clear cream welling from his tip before the thrusts crashing into his rear sent his tool waving from the blow, and with it, made the pearl of immature fecundity flick into the endless darkness around them. D- Dad...'' The kit whined hotly, huffing, squirming, and writhing beneath the feral's thrusting hips and paw. His shorter, but no less fluffy, tail wagged from his hanging hips as he was pulled from one climax to another, leaving no time for his psyche or body to relax before the next wellspring of pleasure was tapped by his father's plundering cock. I love you~'' His dad's words growled hotly just above his ears. The blush on Kimika's cheeks doubled in size and depth in response to the phrase, especially with how eager his father was to prove those words with each plundering thrust into his boy's tight hole at a time. It was not the first time his father had said those words, although they had only come from his shade before, holding only the strength of a whisper on a breeze within his mind - quite unlike the rumbling, half-snarled words oozing with the animal's conviction and tickling palpably against his ear. It was the last straw for the feeble mortal sentimentality he had been holding onto. The kit cast it aside, surrendering to the longing and need burning within his breast as his lithe arms squeezed around his rutting father's neck, and his legs wrapped around the beast's hips - or at least, as best as his small body could while convulsing with the next flurry of pleasure sprouting from his depths. His dull claws dug into the fox's thick pelt, pressing into the muscled physique beneath which rippled with every frenzied thrust, drawing the beast's lips closer to his with the modest weight he added to his father's neck. If this is what it meant to be his father's wife, then... maybe it wouldn't be so bad... He had no doubts that he could perform all the duties of a wife, after all... No illusions that the paragon of virility using him like a sleeve at the moment, and the mystically potent spheres swaying behind its every advance, couldn't fill his belly with life. Perhaps that knowledge came from the True Name given to him, or perhaps it was the result of the untapped fae blood within him giving him a sense of such things, but the cause behind the revelation hardly mattered. All that did matter was that he knew that as soon as his dad's seed was planted within his belly, it would cause him to swell with his own younger brothers - just like it had caused his mother to swell with him so long ago. I- I love you too... Daddy.'' Kimika meeped, his words spilling out with another whine as he cradled himself tightly to his father's neck. Those same words seemed to have just as much power over his father as they did for him, at least if the sudden, hole-spasming throb, and resulting slam from the fox clapping his bestial knot against his boy's unprepared ring was any indication! The sudden stretch from the attempt to tie sent another moan tumbling from the hybrid's lips, cast straight against his feral father's ear as a sordid reward for the kitsune's unsuccessful claim. But, just because his deflowered hole resisted the attempt once, didn't mean that the depraved beast claiming his own flesh and blood for himself wasn't going to stop trying~ Most of that rod pulsed within the tunnel it had wrapped around its girth, rolling back and forth with each precum squelching motion to slam the budding knot glands at its base into the child's rump once more. Every press nestled the anchor of his father's love deeper into his body, resurging the strain that came from his young hole being stretched around the girthier base before. The ache only encouraged the boy to grip tighter to the vulpine responsible, squeezing their bodies closer together. He whimpered into the fox's warm fur to comfort himself with his father's paradoxically novel yet familiar scent as he tried to relax, tried to welcome the vulpine's tri-lobed knot into his body, and allow the mystical fae to claim him as deeply, as inexorably, as he could. His bestial sire's snout panted over his shoulder the entire time, tickling his back fur with the force of his lustful exertions, making the shadows looming around the pair ripple and twist in the wake of every breath as they swelled with the fox's growing anticipation and impending release. His father's growls, rumbling with his animalistic strength, grew in tandem to the writhing darkness, tickling the boy's ears with the vibrations coursing through his throat. Yet, despite the fact that the noise was a manifestation of the same unbound desire that rammed the fox's thick, turgid rod into his body again, and again, it coaxed the foyote boy to cling closer to the kitsune, finding comfort in the paternal tenor echoing against his head - reassuring the boy that the strength embracing him, breeding him, would also protect him. ...Even if it meant he'd have to take the vulpine's knot first to earn the honor of becoming one of the fox's wives. A deed that he finally managed with an eye-watering cry erupting from his tender lips as the fat glands finally sank in - caving his clenching sphincter briefly around the lobes grinding past - before locking in place with a bloating throb right against the cub's prostate. The rod sheathed within the fox-coyote child engorged right along with the knot, swelling harder and fatter within his body, making the depth it sunk too within his body all the more evident with every unyielding flex. All the while, the knot smothering his pleasure-button ensured that the tyke was dragged along to one dry climax after another, the pulsating flexes hammering the bundle of nerves sparked a new eruption of bliss right as the last began to taper off... Especially once the hot, heavy spheres now draped against his soft cheeks flexed in tandem to the rod buried within their new treasure. If every thrust of the beast's hips into his once virgin hole had been a promise of his father's love, then those life-siring jolts from those fluffy white balls were their fruition. The fiery, masculine warmth pouring forth from the forges of fecundity billowed deep into Kimika's core, splattering against his deepest walls, at least until the lances of virility turned into an inundating tide within him. The cub could feel the force from each rope crashing into his body, joining the mess of sensations which erupted throughout his body whilst his father's snarling pants and lolling tongue kissed against his scalp - less tangible than the thrusts which had pillaged and despoiled him for his own pleasure, but still much stronger than the tenebrous contact of his father's earlier dotings. But, even after those first few, rope-devulging flexes had rolled by, the seed flooding deluge continued, seemingly undiminished as the cub lost count of how many times the weighty balls resting against his cheeks fired. Until, as the boy's strength finally failed him as his many unnoticed, unproductive climaxes caught up to him - causing his arms to loosen their grip upon his feral father's neck to fall back to the quasi-real ground he had once been pinned against - he felt the overflowing cream seep back around the fox's fat knot to trickle across his rump cheeks, becoming a tumbling brook of warmth soaking into his tail, before the stream joined the rivulets of precum that had besmirched the featureless void in a growing puddle of jizz. All the while, his rump remained held high in the air, giving more room for the sultry seed to fall on its journey - held in place by his daddy's fat knot lodged behind his tailstar, ensuring that his rump dutifully followed every little sway or teasing roll of the tied feral's hips. But, it wasn't the mess trickling down his backside that had drawn the panting, spent, and giddy child's attention. It was his belly, where each eruption of alabaster aphrodisia now spilling from his tied ring first arrived after being spilled from those virile balls. His blue eyes, glowing with a subtle light in the darkness of his father's realm much like his dad's, watched as every pumping spurt from his father's seemingly unending climax sent a shiver racing through the fur of his body, as well as made his belly bloat ever so slightly fatter with each fecund deluge. Each subtle addition to the curve of his abdomen built upon the last, until finally, with a peculiar, satisfied smile, the young fae prince could spy how his body pressed against the fox's tummy, obscuring his own small assets from view behind the dome of their nascent litter. So much...'' Kimika whimpered in delight as he used what little strength he still had in the face of his growing weariness to reach up and rub his small fingers along his swelling belly, just in time to feel another spurt of cream press his white tummy further against his palm. He couldn't help but think of how his belly would look like this again in the not to distant future, but instead of all the warm, gooey cream radiating his insides with his father's virile love, it would be from the weight of their children taking shape - making the blush on his ears burn brighter, especially as he contemplated if the little brothers taking root within his body would walk on four legs like their daddy, or two like their older brother and mother. But, the kitsune's seed wasn't done there... To the hybrid boy's surprise, a shudder of pleasure rolled from deep within his belly, making the boywife's eyes flutter delightfully in response. The first shiver was joined by another soon after, then another, causing the boy's gentle gaze to flick up and away from his belly for an answer from his dad with a quizzical stare - even though he already knew the answer to what the sensation was, just like he knew that his father's seed would be able to grant life to his belly. It was his old man's seed taking root within him, claiming him over and over again, each shiver announcing that another life had started the months-long process of growing and developing within his fae-granted boy womb - another kit for his daddy dutifully growing within his body, another life produced from his father's love for him, further reinforcing the truth that he was the feral's vixen. There's my boy... My own precious son~ You're mine now... All mine, and only mine.'' The vulpine's growled pronouncement rumbled hotly, spilling freely from the shadowy vulpine's lips as his seed continued to flow into his boy's body. Your body... Your soul... Both now dedicated to being a good brood vixen for your father~'' As his sire spoke, he had one last surprise' for his boy.

The half-fae child could feel his father's claim etch itself upon his body as the kitsune's tenebrous magic stained the fur crowning his seed-bloated, brother-growing abdomen with his dad's mark of claim. White fur turned black in the shape of a vulpine head, flanked by a set of five tails that matched the kitsune's, leaving no doubt amongst fae or mortal men about whom the children growing within the child's body belonged to.

There was only one response that the pleasure-addled youth could muster in that moment, only one thing that came to mind as the joy and satisfaction of mothering the many kits in his belly settled upon his psyche. A single thought which slipped free from his mind with a contented smile, before the weariness of his nuptial night dragged his mind to slumber within the warm, comforting embrace of his father.

I... Love you Dad,'' he mumbled, a small hint of his fading embarrassment still spicing his words.

With a doting lick across his forehead, the fox returned the expression with a contented, doting rumble, possessing none of the shame that had come from the cub. I love you too, my boy~''

Maybe he should have had more of a problem with how things had turned out, but... At the moment, Kimika couldn't find it in him to not enjoy the turn his life had taken, especially as his father's hips lowered, and his body settled in around him in an embracing hold much like the ones he had had with the fox's shadow many a time before.

Perhaps he shouldn't be too surprised that he had taken to his purpose so readily, though. After all...

He was his father's child.