The Foxy Mouse's Romance Novels & Stories

The mere thought of her wolf and my wolf running wild and free in the woods out back, and mating in nature, is almost too much for my cock to take as it presses uncomfortably against my ski pants. “I suppose,” she mutters. Ten minutes later, Roxy is dressed for the ski mobile. Her luminous pink pants make me chuckle and her matching puffa coat, she looks so fucking cute I want to wrap her up in my arms and take her to bed and undress her and slide my fingers into her wet slit and make her squirt all over my fingers.

This was like the most intense orgasm I had ever had and then everything went dark. “So pal, you got your wish!” A voice said. “You’re my wolf! Fucking hell. That’s soon!” I replied, not seeing a damn thing. “Well, actually you’ve been out for a few hours. April was mad first and then she got scared. You’ll wake up soon, don’t worry.” “So what do I call you?” I asked. “Fox. My name is Fox. The Moon Goddess must have a special place for you in her heart, because I am fucking awesome and my name is perfect for you, considering you named your dogs’ Snake and Bear.”

Hound added and Jackal frowned. "So?" I asked. Foxy sighed and shook her head. "So, if you want to be with them, don't you think pissing them off is the wrong way to do it?" Foxy asked, annoyed. I shrugged. "Maybe but I'm not going to just do everything she wants. You know me, I'm not made that way" I explained. "Plus she's sexy when she mad." I smirked. "You are hopeless." Foxy shook her head and walked off to her locker with Hound.

He even coyly pointed his gun in the air and blew on the barrel as if blowing off smoke, “While a wolf and a bear are embroidered in a fight over a fish, it is the fox that ends up running away with it in its mouth.” …how do you run off with yourself in your mouth? (／≧ω＼) The two’s hearts felt tickled by the sheer cuteness of the little guy, but their wounded manly pride refused to accept defeat. They huddled together to look through the virtual representation of the track and see how the hell such a small and cute vixen managed to steamroll them. That’s right! They got steamrolled! Their two scores combined and doubled weren’t as high as Noah’s score!! ○|￣|_

Maya muttered a 'no' and he blew out a breath, he acted before she could blink, and pushed the hem of her dress up past her hips and over her ass cheeks, spreading the material further and further higher until it reached her waistline and his palms cupped her bottom. Maya gasped. What was happening? She looked up at him curiously, he simply grinned and she swore he looked more animalistic at the moment. "I dislike it, foxy. Your pretty mouth should be used for something more..." He paused, seemingly searching for the right words, "Decent." He smirked darkly and leaned forward, "Do you understand me, foxy?" What she didn't understand was why he kept calling her 'foxy'. She had no resemblance

When she pulls back, she smiles and tilts her head. "Your turn, sexy fox." When Delaine calls me sexy fox, it makes me hard. After this is over, I'm going to need some quality time with my bunny. Let's put that saying, fuck like bunnies, to use and make it true. I bite into her neck, and she moans while holding onto me tightly. I'm going to kill this witch more than once for robbing us of our mating orgasms. This is cruel. I smile and look into her gorgeous eyes when I'm done.

She narrowed her eyes on the small fox and said gently, “Little fox, don’t be scared. I won’t hurt you. Come here.” She reached out her arms. The little fox stared at her for a while and jumped toward her, into her arms. Charmine stroked its fur and carried it to Frank. “Frank, I’m carrying a fox,” she spoke. “Oh?” Frank’s expression was gentle. “It’s okay. Foxes come out at this hour. They won’t harm anyone.” Charmine handed the fox to him. “Carry it.” Frank took the fox into his arms and stroked its fur. The fox adorably nestled itself further into his embrace as it made a sound.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" "It's splendid!" Leaf squealed. I looked towards the talker and flinched with shock and fear when I saw a fox sitting in front of me. The fox was 5.7ft tall, with rose gold fur with a long white streaky trailing from his head to his fluffy tail. His paws were white too and the inside of his ears red. He was beautiful. "Love you!" Leaf shrieked. "You are so cute, Foxy!"

Once it came into view, it was revealed that the tiny fur ball had snow-white fur… and it was adorably hopping up and down in Nathan’s hand! “…That’s no mouse! It’s a silver fox! Sylvie the Silver fox hamster!” “So that’s what it was! Really though, what a shock I had when I heard that Third Young Lady had gifted her sister a mouse!” “I know right? Anyway, that little guy is so cute!” “Thank god none of us accidentally stomped it to death…” While everyone was busy patting themselves on their chests, Zivon was still preoccupied with being irked by the fact that Xavia had called him and Jenna, ‘Brother-in-law and sister’.

I reveled in the warmth of his mouth as I shoved my tongue inside, his tongue sliding wetly against mine. He gave as good as he got. Xavier was really good with his mouth after all. Yet, for some reason, tonight felt different. And it was pissing me off. I wrenched my mouth away from his with a scowl. “What’s wrong?” Xavier panted, his eyebrows furrowed. His lips were a little swollen, his eyes dark with desire. His hair stuck up in some areas, where it was mussed up by my hands. He was a beautiful mess.