a Yandere Harem in a Magic World Can't be That Bad-Chapter 11: Dream [II] **

Luke," I whispered, moving lower and dragging my lips down his chest; he trembled as my breath tickled his skin.

"You don't have to," he said softly, but I felt the urgency in his body—the way he strained beneath me.

I didn't answer, letting my tongue slide over his stomach, tasting the salt of my own cum on his skin. He hissed when I licked around his navel, muscles tensing under the soft drag of my lips. I kissed and sucked over every inch of him, feeling him twitch and shudder as I made my way toward the waistband of his jeans.

His breathing got heavier the lower I went, and I could feel the heat radiating from his erection even through the denim. He was so hard it almost hurt to look at it, and my mouth watered at the thought of what I'd find underneath.

"Oh God," Luke groaned when I finally reached the bulge in his pants, mouthing over it with slow, deliberate pressure that made him jerk against my mouth. I felt him throb under my lips, and I couldn't wait any longer.

I unbuttoned his jeans with trembling fingers, tugging them down his hips with an urgency that matched the need pulsing between us.

And as I looked up at the bulge again...

Oh god.

His boxers barely contained him; the massive print of his cock was a revelation that made my pulse race. It strained against the thin fabric, large and intimidating in a way that sent a thrill straight through me.

The outline was clear and unmistakable, every ridge and vein visible against the taut stretch of white cotton.

At the tip, a small wet spot had already formed. It spread slowly across the fabric, a tantalizing stain that made my mouth water. My whole body was alive with need again, driven by the sight of him so hard and ready for me.

I reached out, barely grazing him with my fingertips. The lightest touch was enough to make him jerk, a shiver running through his body as I traced the thick outline with reverent fingers. I couldn't look away, couldn't stop touching as I explored every inch and curve with growing obsession, watching it twitch and pulse beneath my hand.

"So big..." I spoke to myself and felt the torturous need to suck that growing wet spot. I pressed my mouth on it, feeling the rough shape of his head as I sucked and licked at it.

So fucking tasty. So addicting.

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The way he responded was intoxicating; I wanted to see just how far I could push him.

My hands slipped lower, and I found his ball sack heavy and full beneath the waistband. I cupped him gently, feeling the weight of them as I rolled them between my fingers. They felt huge and swollen, like he hadn't gotten off in forever, and my thoughts raced with images of what it would be like when he finally erupted.

"So full" I whispered, imagining them tightening as he came. I imagined the mess he'd make, how much he'd spill when I pushed him over the edge.

My cheek brushed against them, and I caught the musky scent of skin and heat. The smell was overwhelming—intoxicating, even through the cotton. It triggered something deep and primal in me, a raw need to bury my face against his balls and breathe him in. My fox senses kicked in with startling intensity.

I felt my ears perk up, my tail quicken as my mind began fogging with nothing but the animalistic need to mark him.

I nuzzled against him, rubbing my cheek along the heavy sack as I inhaled over and over again, addicted to his smell. It drove me mad; it was pure arousal and desperate craving, an animalistic impulse that had me moaning low in my throat. Luke's whole body stiffened as I snuggled against him, lost in the addictive smell of him.

My hands kept moving even as I pressed my face to him, feeling his cock through the soaked boxers while I worshipped his balls.

I needed them bare. The thought crashed through me, urgent and unbidden. I couldn't stand the barrier between us any longer; my senses demanded nothing less than skin against skin.

Without realizing it, I'd hooked his waistband with my thumbs, tugging it down as I nuzzled against his balls. My animal instincts took over, driving me to pull his boxers away and strip him slowly, savoring every inch that was revealed.