You're wetter than you've ever been before

As you come back to yourself, the small bits of foxfire that had been dancing through your tails flickering out, the first thing you become aware of is how you feel something damp near your knees. You open your eyes and look down, to see that in your meditative trance you had made quite a substantial puddle of your own juices where you were kneeling.

It is only once you see the puddle, watching another drop fall out of your cunt, that you consciously realize just how aroused you are. If you had only an ounce less self-control, you'd be cramming your fingers into yourself in **** search of relief. As it is, while you're able to keep your drifting hands away from your pussy, you can't help but buck your hips against the air in search of something to fill yourself with.

You focus as much as you can on dragging one hand through the puddle of your shame, coating your fingers in the liquid, and then bringing the hand up to your mouth. Deliberately you lick your hand clean, savoring your own taste, as a delirious smile stretches across your face.

That was perfect. Near-exactly how you wanted to be treated, and you're certain that if the dream had gone on just a little longer you'd have gotten the rest of what you wanted too. And all you had to do was introduce the idea of what you were and what you were willing to do to the lord's subconscious!

You've decided. You're going to choose this hunting-lord as the one to take you and own you, and you're going to become his pretty little fuck-fox to hunt whenever he wants. Your lower half bucks and rolls involuntarily a little more at that thought, but you continue to restrain yourself and pull yourself to your feet, taking care not to slip. You still have some preparations to take care of to merge the dream and reality, after all.