This story is about the birth and development of the best friendship between Donghua Dijun and his little fox.
In my re-imagined story, I am attempting to give our beloved leads a genuine chance at love with their own thoughts, behaviors, and desir...
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Dong Hua had regretted activating her so much. He had gotten his little fox so riled up she started pouncing on him to show her viciousness. She lunged into him, playfully pretending to bite him. Her lips, tongue, and teeth grazed his neck as he tried to lessen the impact by grabbing her waist and shoulder, preventing her from squishing her body into him. She tried to gnaw on him as if he were one of her sticks.
The almighty ancient god knew if he didn't stop her now he'd have to either sedate her, sedate himself, or the both of them soon.
The more he tried to hold her back the more she took it as a challenge to break through his defenses. Her little giggling growls were disarmingly adorable and he was quickly losing what little control he had over himself. His breathing was becoming erratic. He tightened his grip on her waist and with his other hand he grabbed her wrist and deftly reversed their positions.
She was on her back as he hovered over her, pinning her down with his body and breathing heavily. She arched her hips into him trying to reverse the move. He firmly held her wrist down onto the bed giving her no leverage. The more she kept trying to arch her back and press her hips into him the more he dropped his weight into her rendering her flat against the bed.
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His ravenous eyes drilled into hers until he could no longer take the intensity. He closed his eyes, trying to still his ragged breaths. Her breathing was also labored and it called out to him, luring him into its rhythm.
"Little fox ... be still, or else...." His voice was deep and raspy as he kept his eyes closed. He had never commanded her in this way before, his words creeping out from the back of his throat, edged with the hint of a threat if she didn't comply.
She was captivated by what all her senses were taking in as she lie underneath him. She had completely yielded at this point. There was something tender in how he dominated her, despite the storm thundering within him. She took a deep breath and slowly brought her hand up to his chest and placed it directly over his heart. She sent a small pulse of her own cultivation into him as she exhaled. She imagined a peach blossom being blown off of its branch, falling slowly until it landed lightly into her palm, her hand cupping around it to keep it safe.
As she did this Dong Hua took his hand and placed it over hers, pressing it deeper into his chest. He held it there knowing he needed whatever his little fox was doing to him. She watched him carefully until she could feel that the storm had passed.
Dong Hua's breathing had finally regulated and settled. He was afraid to see her frightened and fearful beneath him. As he slowly opened his eyes he saw her large doe eyes were intently studying him with no trace of fear. While there was some concern, she seemed mostly curious. He looked down at her and saw that her breathing was completely regulated, like the most gentle waves lightly rocking against the side of a boat.
