I'm gonna make her earn the bed.

“Well,” you begin. “You can start by coming over here.”

Arabella’s arms drop to her sides, and she drags her eyes to yours. “Ok.”

She stands in front of you, looking a little sheepish. “Kneel.” You tell her.

“What?” She demands.

“Or get on your knees. Whatever sounds better to you.”

Hesitantly, she follows her commands. You both stare at each other in silence. Then, after about 30 seconds, you tell her to stick out her tongue. She resists at first but then sticks her tongue out for you to examine. It’s pink, as you expected, but when you got closer, you saw it was rough-textured. As were the twins…

“Alright,” you smile and nod at her. “Please me.”

A harsh color of pink goes over her face. “P-please you?!” She stammers and shuts her mouth tightly but doesn’t move a single inch.

You grit your teeth. “You’re interested in doing this, don’t act like you’re not.”

Arabella looked down at the bulge in your pants and cleared her throat. “What do you mean?”

“I saw the look on your face after I got fucking the twins - you were kind of jealous, weren’t you?” You said, grabbing her hand forcing it over your crotch. “I won’t leave you out on anything intimate, I promise.”

You felt Arabella’s fingers twitch around the form your dick was imprinting on the other side of the fabric as she started to show a side of herself you haven't seen before. “Well, you are not entirely wrong….”

“As your Master…I am commanding you to enjoy yourself…” you let go of her wrist and lean back. “Not to mention, this’ll tell me whether or not you deserve my bed.”

Some air escapes her nose as she looks away. You feel her fingers now pressing and squeezing around the lump around your pants.

Suddenly, your face feels warm, and you blink. You cock your head and smile down at her before you brush the loose strands of red hair away from her face. She works up a smile, but it doesn’t seem so ****, just held back as if she’s nervous.

“You should also smile more - it looks good on you,” you comment, making her lips curl entirely now. “Ah, see?”

She stifles her smile again, but she proceeds to play with you through the fabric. “You’re revolting.”

A scoff leaves your lungs in the form of a confused laugh. “You’re adorable.”

Her face begins to burn now, and she fails to maintain her gaze. “You shut up.”

You can’t help but be happy with how this how unfolded. You wonder if she would have been this open if you had **** yourself on her when you first bumped into her. The more pressure she applies to your penis, you doubt that she would have since she seems to be considerably more free-willed than her counterparts.

Arabella’s nimble fingers start to unbutton and tug on your pants. Then, after just a few seconds, her bright amber eyes go back to yours. Once she fixes her stare on you, she smiles again. “You know...I don’t mind convincing you I’m worthy of your bed…”

“Maybe I gave you the wrong message,” you brush back your hair and adjust your stance, spreading your legs slightly just as your cock is gripped for the first time by her hands. You shudder and then exhale. Her hands are softer than you imagined!” Perhaps you should be showing your gratitude instead? For taking you and giving you a second chance?”

She sniffs again, but this time she’s close enough to your cock that it makes you shiver with delight as the breath goes all-around your shaft and testicles. A few tentative strokes follow as she begins to bite her lower lip. “I’ll admit that when I was watching you, I got a little jealous by all the attention you handing out was directed at Gwen and Mikko. You left nothing for me….”

Both of you share a sharp sigh, and now your faces are matching. Deep red and passionate levels of lust neither of you were expecting for the moment. You relax your muscles and then sit down. Something about Arabella truly is enticing, but you can’t really pin the reason why. She crawls her fingers up towards your chest. “I hope you don’t mind that I have been trying to hide my feelings from you...Master.”

A thrill runs up your spine when she called you master. The way she cooed it to you; felt so intimate, so authentic, and naughty! You lean your head back and let out a groan - her fingers got tight, and she started to go a little faster.

The Fox Girl’s smile widens. The bright ambers of her eyes quickly dart to different parts of your member as she rolls her slender fingers along your shaft, working its crank up and down. “I was kind of hoping for a moment like this. You and me alone, I mean. Having you to myself.” She admits, leaving your cock to throb in front of her as she reaches for the buttons of her shirt.

She leans in closer. Her breasts are now in a suggestive display as they peek just beyond the boundaries of her black bra.

“Why don’t you get a little more comfortable? Lay back flat on your back. I’ll make sure you’re all unwinded and ready for night~” You follow her instructions as soon as they are spoken. You’re rock-hard erection sways back and forth as you get to you get on your back. You don’t remember this bed being this comfortable...Alas, here they are—clouds made of the softest fabrics available.

Arabella crawls onto the bed. She coils between your legs on all fours and licks her lips hungrily stare at your penis. Finally, she regains her grip on your base and then begins to purr. She stands on her knees, teasing you with her fingertips as she beams at you with a pair of sharp eyes. “You’re pretty impressive.” She leans back down and kisses your dick’s tip before she does something you weren’t quite ready for...She licked your entire length as she held onto your gently. The texture of her rough tongue felt a little less resistant to the twins, milder, you suppose, but still grippy and firm. She wraps around your head and then flicks your head, sends waves of unfelt pleasure throughout your entire body.

When you open your eyes, it looks like you had grown a few more inches in a matter of literal seconds. You also watch her lock her lips around the head of your penis, her hands still cranking the shaft, working you closer to your orgasm. It becomes obvious this isn’t her first time pleasing a man, especially one of your size.

With a loud pop, she disengages her locked lips from your gender. She swallows her spit and then lets out a satisfied moan. Arabella’s ready to continue.

“Mmm~” Arabella gets more comfortable. Her hands run down your thighs, leaving you throbbing as she fixes herself closer to you and your crotch. Her eyes have a hard time deciding what they want to focus on. Dick? Face? Chest?

After her adjustment, she renews her gentle strokes just after applying her spit to her hand, feeling every inch that is attached to you. As soon as Arabella feels your hips being pushed forward, she goes a little faster, hitting the notes with a little more passion and intent than all the other ones from before. You watch her, fixated on all her motions as she blinks and looks at you too.

A small giggle from her accompanies every stroke she does. Eventually, you reach out and touch her cheeks. The physical contact makes her tense a little, but it also makes her grip a little tighter.

Arabella’s actions become slightly more intimate the longer you keep your hand on her cheek. You can’t help but wonder what was going through her head when she was watching you play with the twins.

Whatever the case, you continue to pulse, throb, and moan as Arabella continues to envelop you with the warmness of her hands. The slickness of her spit negates all frictions and forces more pleasure to emit from everything she is doing, filling your senses with **** pleasure. You exhale, feeling the color of lust take over your face as you admire the hybrid features of Arabella glow with unseen beauty.

When Arabella notices you staring at her, she shoots you a playful smile and reaches from your hand on her cheek. Suddenly, she fixes her amber hands-on just her handiwork. Your erection is red-tipped and on the verge of spraying, and she probably knows it. Arabella licks her lips and then winks at you.

Before you know it, she has her tongue lathering all around your scrotum. The head is mainly focused on, but she also gives attention to the balls too, where she gathers the slightly salty taste of your sweat and masculine flavor before she rolls her tongue back up over your shaft. The sensation is exotic and pleasant. It doesn’t matter where her tongue is traveling. The length, your balls, the head - where it is, it just pleases and pleases, refusing to give you even a second of rest. She’s using you like a lollipop!

Just before you can get used to the sensation of her fox tongue running over you, she surprises you by taking the head back into her maw. She chokes you down, still whipping your member as it plunged in. Left-to-right. Right-to-left. Her cheeks bulge as your dick is pressed against it. She knows you are close!

Everything about her: her looks and her actions are all teaming up against you. You are reaching your limit quickly!

You don’t have enough time to announce that you can feel the rush of warm cum shooting out of your balls. Your penis flexes, and out comes the stream of white joy into her mouth. You let out a gasp and then a held-back sigh, but it’s hardly enough to warn her about your climax. You just weren’t able to hold back for another moment. It was time to experience your first orgasm with her.

Arabella keeps her cock-sucking mouth and greedy tongue around you as she works her smooth fingers massaging your dick. You cum a significant amount inside of her. Her eyes water as they widen as the stream of jizz is unloaded into her stomach. Arabella doesn’t dare pull away; she wants every drip to be tasted and enjoyed. So not a single drop of it goes to waste.

She winces when you stop to throb and pull out of her. You feel sensitive all over. She’s sucked the life out of you, and you don’t think you can spare anything else for her now.

Both of you look at your dick, now flaccid and wet with spit. She wipes her mouth and then straddles you. Her shirt is still somewhat apart, giving her a very adult appearance. She looks down at you and smirks. “Did I prove myself worthy of your bed, Master?”

You cock your head and close your eyes. “Why don’t we just share it instead? I think I’d like your company with me tonight.”

Arabella blushes slightly and then nods. “I like that idea. But, I think I’m going to wash up a little bit before I join you for the night~.”

With that, she climbs off the bed and quickly finds the bathroom, leaving you alone with your thoughts and a mind full of new ideas and scenarios to toy with.