And you cum

For a heartbeat, your body doesn't seem to even process the change in sensations - the jump too sudden, yourself having been left too long on the precipice. And then it hits, and you can only scream in wordless pleasure.

You aren't so much tipped over the edge as thrown over it, throwing your head back and cumming in less than a moment. But the enchantments in your collar do their work, so even after you cum you are still lusty and wet and the vibrators are driving you on faster than they otherwise would. It feels so good. You cum again, as you lose your balance and tip over onto your side. It's all you can do to keep your legs **** apart, to make sure that if your Lord wants he can see your pussy clenching around nothing, see it squirt as you cum again.

The edging had put you in a haze, blurring the rest of the world. This put you in a fog, all sensations beyond your body fading away. All you can feel is the cold floor, your collar, and the vibrators driving you deeper and deeper. All that exists is your cumming, again and again. You don't know how long you spend like this. Hours? Minutes? Days? That doesn't matter. All that matters is that you're cumming again.

And then you can feel a hand gripping your tails, pulling you over so your front is on the ground and hefting your ass into the air. The vibrators in your pussy are pulled out, and you're far enough gone that you moan in disappointment. And then you feel something warm against the entrance to your pussy, and your eyes widen as the last part of your mind capable of thinking realizes what is about to happen. And then it pushes into you ruthlessly, and you yip and cry out in joy.

Cock! Your Lord's cock! Your Lord is fucking you! Filling you! Your Lord is fucking his fox bitch! You're so happy! You do your best to tighten your holes, squeezing around his cock to make it feel better for him even as you shudder from another orgasm. He is ruthless, fucking you and manhandling you for his pleasure, and you can only moan and cry happily because it is everything you ever wanted.

He leans over you as he fucks you, reaching out to grab your tongue - hanging out of your mouth - between two fingers. He speaks lowly into your fox ear, "My pet. My toy. My fuck-fox," and you moan and shudder as that brings you over another orgasm.

Finally, after so many of your own orgasms, you feel your Lord hilt himself inside you and cum. Semen floods inside you, and the sensation of the warm liquid filling you pushes you to one last orgasm before the vibrators still inside and on you are shut off. Your Lord releases you and you slump to the floor bonelessly, shuddering and twitching from the aftershocks of the intense pleasure you just experienced.

It takes a while before you come enough to your senses to be aware of more than the semen trickling out of you and the afterglow of your own pleasure, but when you do you become aware of your Lord's shoes positioned in front of your face. You don't hesitate to kiss them as apology for not being quicker to react, taking a little time to trace the leather of each shoe with your tongue before moving away. You can't quite feel your legs yet, but your arms have just enough strength to lift your front half up, your tits hanging beneath you as you look up at your Lord.

He pulls a tag from his pocket, lifting it in front of you so you can see it and read it before he clips it onto your collar. It reads "Fuck-Fox". You smile, accepting it for what it is - your new title, and your new name.