Author's Note: This chapter contains mature, extremely explicit scenes and is not suitable for underage readers. These scenes begin midway through the chapter, so please consider the chapter over once you reach the row of asterisks (***) unless you are legally allowed to read the sexual scenes that follow. Thanks very much!

Predictably, Samantha decided that this house was the one she wanted to live in without looking at or touring any other vacant buildings. She didn't even leave the house once she and Jewel entered it. Granted, it did have all the accommodations Samantha had listed earlier and then some, but it was overgrown with plants and everything was filthy. There was no way to clean it quickly with just the three of them, and it had grown so late by the time Samantha bid adieu to Jewel and her family that the markets were surely closed. There wasn't much time to do anything to the house, either; unpacking in a dirty home was inadvisable, and even if they unpacked their belongings, there was nothing to put them on or in. Samantha felt like a miniature person as she walked through the halls of their new home while Benjamin ran back to Wolf Castle with their payment to King Scott. Spencer had morphed into his beast form and was using his tail to clean the cobwebs out of the corners of the rooms, but he definitely looked cutest when he laid on his back and wriggled around. Samantha guessed that he was trying to distribute his scent throughout the house to ward off other males and let the neighbors know their home was now occupied. Benji would probably do the same when he returned, hopefully under the cover of night and when the rest of their neighborhood was sleeping.

Having altered the various rooms of their house to his satisfaction, Spencer went out the back door to the backyard, where they had access to a small stream that was one of many that ran through the city. Still in the shape of a fox, he dove into the water to clean off his precious tail; he would never have used it for something so lowly as cleaning, but doing so for Samantha's sake was another issue entirely. He wanted her to spend the first night in their new home in as much comfort as he could give her under these circumstances, and he knew she wasn't fond of spiders in particular. Once he was clean, he turned back into a beastman and surfaced for air. He knew Samantha was watching him under the moonlight before he even opened his eyes; her vanilla scent smelled especially creamy tonight. He took another deep breath full of it before opening his eyes, water dripping down his hair and face and onto his bare chest. He could hear her shallow breathing even though he was still in the water. Her voice was deeper and more melodious than usual as she explained, "I brought you a clean animal skin to dry off with." Usually, he would have left the water and dried off in typical fox fashion after shifting back, but to satisfy his female, he slowly emerged from the water and took the hide from her hand. "Thank you," he replied, not breaking eye contact as he gripped the hide with both hands, using his fingertips to force it through the dripping strands of his chin-length hair. He heard Samantha swallow whatever words she was about to say next; her pupils dilated significantly as he used the hide to continue drying off, rubbing it slowly over his naked body as his hands moved lower, drawing her attention to the areas he focused more attentively on drying.

"I'm back!" St. Benjamin yelled from inside the house. The spell he had cast over Samantha, though not a real spell, had been broken nonetheless. "We're out here," his female yelled in response, and turned to go back inside after giving him one last innocently longing look. As she reentered the house, Spencer thought to himself that there was no way the scorpion hadn't sabotaged his efforts on purpose, even if the chances were honestly pretty slim. He rolled his eyes with a sigh and followed his female back inside, tying the animal skin around his waist as he walked. "It reeks in here," Benjamin said to him by way of greeting. "I just bathed," Spencer replied as he walked past the other male, shaking his light brown tresses by way of proof, and perhaps to splash a little water onto the sassing scorpion. "That's enough from both of you," Samantha interjected sternly. "Spencer, if you'd like to be helpful, you can go unpack some necessities in the main bedroom. Benjamin, you're welcome to add your scent to Spencer's since you are as much a part of this family as he is. If you need to do it in your beast form, please be as subtle as you can. I don't want you to be in any danger," she finished, putting her hand on the caramel-colored shoulder of the scorpion in order to keep his attention. "And thank you for taking our family's payment to King Scott. Was it enough?" she asked, her voice tinged with anxiety. "Samantha, it was more than enough. He sent me back with plenty of change," St. Benjamin's deep, soothing voice responded, the scorpion taking one of her small hands in his own, placing a small pile of crystal spars on top of it. "Thank goodness," she breathed, obviously relieved.

"Go ahead and unpack as much as you'd like in your room, Benji," Samantha reminded him. "We'll go shopping tomorrow and buy more necessities at the market, and if there's anything we need that isn't there, we can try and make it ourselves," she said with a grin. "Of course," he replied, his deep, resounding voice signaling that further words were unneeded. "Okay then, good night," Samantha said softly, a smile still on her face. It was hard to see in the absolute darkness of their unlit home, but she managed to find her way to the door to the master bedroom. Spencer had set his luminous pearl in the corner furthest from the windows, leaving Samantha a dim light to see by. He had outdone himself in unpacking their bed; in fact, Samantha thought he might have secretly added some new furs to their collection since they left the forest. Spencer was sitting in the middle of the pile of furs, and he gestured for Samantha to join him. "So, what do you think of the city so far?" he asked her quietly. In the beast world, especially in cities, it was all too easy to overhear your neighbors' conversations, among other things. Samantha looked at him, her happiness shining in her eyes, and half-whispered back, "I think I'm really going to like it here, as long as I'm here with you." Spencer took this chance to kiss her on her forehead, replying only with, "I'm glad." Samantha turned her attention to the window overlooking the street and confessed, "I do miss Bub, though. It just isn't the same without him here." A finger underneath her chin turned her head back in Spencer's direction. "You're right," he admitted, "It isn't." He held her close as tears fell from her eyes. "I hate to see you cry," he said pleadingly, kissing her lips softly. "Bub isn't gone, but if you want to, we can practice making a few little foxes together," he whispered breathily in her ear, noticing the goosebumps that spread quickly down Samantha's pale, smooth skin. Her breathing became shallow and rapid, but he noticed that she did not say no.

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"Samantha?" Spencer asked, unwilling to proceed any further despite the sweet agony coursing through his veins unless he heard her say the word 'yes'. "I'd like that, Spencer," she replied, suddenly shy. "You want to mate with me?" he asked her, looking deep into her eyes, his own eyes filled with the love he felt for her, the love that inhabited every last cell in his body, the love that terrified him with its unbridled power over him. "Yes, Spencer. I want to become your mate," Samantha replied, returning his gaze with the intensity of her own. She felt her body heat lessen as Spencer moved away from her, and she grabbed his upper arm. "Where are you going?" she asked worriedly. "You'll be more likely to become pregnant if we mate in my beast form," he explained patiently. Samantha froze and gripped his arm more tightly, her eyes wide. "I... I don't think I'm ready for that just yet. Could we start off just like this, at least for now?" she asked, uneasiness causing her to stutter. "Of course we can," Spencer said warmly, returning to her embrace. They would have plenty of time for cubs before her next estrous cycle, anyway. His delicate scholar's hands came up to support Samantha's jawline as Spencer bent down to kiss her lips sweetly. "Tonight, no, every night, we will do whatever you want us to do," he murmured as he kissed her again more passionately. Samantha hummed her assent against Spencer's lips and wrapped one of her own hands around the back of his head, threading her fingers through the hair she found so sexy.

Her other hand caressed the smooth skin of Spencer's naked torso, and he moaned into their kiss as she touched his body in different ways; sometimes she would drag one sole fingernail in circles on the back of his neck, or she would use her entire hand to pull his body in close to hers, pressing herself firmly against him. While her right hand was getting them both into trouble, her left hand continued to caress his scalp, and when Spencer used his barbed tongue to slip past her lips, she gripped the roots of his hair in pleasure. He used his tongue gently against her own soft one, unwilling to injure her but dying to taste her. The way he dragged his tongue against her own in slow, long licks that touched every nerve of her tongue, using that rough texture to his advantage, made her roll her eyes back in pleasure and return his moans at last. "Undress me," she whispered to him seductively when their lips finally parted. "Please," she added after she heard him inhale deeply. She had no idea that the scent of her arousal was deeply affecting her partner; Spencer was unsure if he could control himself after unwrapping her from her deer hide clothing and that mysterious, delicate garment that wrapped between her legs. He flipped her over onto her other side and then kissed her neck in an attempt to distract himself while he untied the many knots that held her clothing together. She moaned loudly when he found a sensitive spot near her shoulder, and he licked it slowly in the manner he had already learned she enjoyed.

"Spencer," she sighed, "that feels wonderful." He pulled away to admire her topless form in the moonlight, placing her untied garment at the side of their bed. Just looking at her caused his throat to tighten and his breathing to speed up, cutting short a moan as he partially cupped one of her large, heavy breasts. She looked up at his face from her position on her back and smiled at him in encouragement. Her nipples were already pebbled from the change in temperature, and Spencer tentatively ran his thumb over the nipple protruding from the breast in his hand. Samantha gasped and exhaled a breathy, voice-breaking moan, so he repeated the action, this time more deliberately. She closed her eyes and moaned again, arching her chest skyward in his direction. "They're so sensitive," she told him when she could speak again, and her previously busy hands moved toward the knot in his animal hide. "May I?" she asked him, looking up from her objective. "Please," he moaned as his already-hard cock pushed against the flimsy covering. Unfortunately, he had tied the knot to stay, and his hands replaced hers in untying the makeshift skirt. When he had finished, Samantha lifted the hide away from the front of his body and moaned one of her high-pitched, desperate moans when she saw what had been hidden beneath.

It was all Spencer could do to keep himself from putting her hands on his throbbing dick, but before he knew it, Samantha had done it by herself. "You're so thick," she marveled, "and so long. Oh, Spencer, I want this, but if we don't take it slowly, I could get hurt. Please, be patient with me. I'll make sure you feel good," she promised. That was exactly the farthest concern from his mind as her small, warm hands surrounded him. "I'll make sure you're plenty aroused, so don't worry," he promised with his voice full of lust. "We won't do anything that hurts you," he added as he finally untied the last knot on her skirt. He gave it a tug and Samantha obediently lifted her hips so he could pull it away, adding it to her previously discarded top. While her ample hips were still in the air, Spencer hooked his fingers underneath her panties and pulled them down her thick, muscular thighs. Between watching the gradual undressing of his female and being so close to the center of her arousal, Spencer didn't think he could get any harder. Finally, he was able to pull her panties away, but he gently held her legs open with one hand on a soft inner thigh. "Let me touch you," he begged, and Samantha nodded, although she seemed nervous. Spencer moved his other hand slowly, letting it roam from its place on her breast downward over her pillowy stomach and over the short hairs covering the mound between her legs. When he felt how slick the sweet-smelling area between her legs was, his dick leapt in Samantha's hands as he moaned again, beginning to slide one finger toward the middle of her vulva. "I told you I liked what you were doing," Samantha teased as she felt him harden even more.

Both of them gasped when the finger Spencer had sent exploring made contact with Samantha's opening. "That's sensitive too," she said, either blushing or flushing; neither of them could tell anymore. He slid his finger slowly inside, being extra cautious with the claw on the end of it. He knew that females became wet when aroused, but between the slickness inside her, the heat radiating into his finger, and the tightness he felt himself gripped by, he felt that the merits of females' genitals were criminally understated. He could only imagine the feeling of actually being inside her, and he was doing just that when his finger brushed a spot inside Samantha that was spongy and ridged. She bit her hand so she wouldn't scream, and he rubbed the spot with the pad of his finger. His female's eyes rolled back in her head and her chest heaved; this was obviously something he would be returning to later. He moved on as she panted in relief, but before his finger could continue its journey, Samantha put her hand against his cheek, still panting. "Please," she begged, "Will you lick me? Gently?" she paused, blushing, as Spencer looked at her in confusion. He followed her lead as her hand moved his head directly over her breast. "Here? Will you lick my nipple?" she asked in a small voice, her other hand still on his cock. Spencer was certain he would lose control of himself on the spot, and Samantha felt drops of precum dripping down his sides. "You don't have to," she began to say, but Spencer took her whole nipple into his mouth suddenly, playing with it using his lips and, slowly and softly, his tongue. It was one of the most exquisite things Samantha had ever felt, and she had to cover her mouth to prevent a loud moan from escaping. "Fuck," she whispered, and Spencer felt the area near the base of his finger become even more drenched as Samantha became more aroused.

Without skipping a beat, Spencer moved himself between Samantha's widely-spread legs. "Are you ready?" he asked her, looking up from her breast. "Mm, almost," she sighed, as if she was no longer entirely present mentally. "Let me show you," she continued in the same dreamy voice, moving his finger to the tip of her vulva. Putting her own finger next to his as a guide, she asked him, "Can you feel this?" He could, in fact, feel a small bump that was similar in size to the pearls treasured by the Mermaids. Nodding hypnotically, Spencer began to copy the movements around it that Samantha's own finger was making. "Touch it like this, and I'll guide you inside me," Samantha said in the sultriest voice Spencer had ever heard. All he could do was obey her. He continued to touch her and lick her as she joined their two desperate, dripping bodies and slowly eased him into her. As soon as he began to enter her, Spencer felt as if he were truly alive for the first time. Nothing had ever felt better than mating with his female; he was surrounded by warmth as he felt her welcome him inside her, the wetness from her arousal caressing him as he moved against the walls of his partner that felt like they were made just for him. He lost all sense of himself as they joined further; he was sinking into her and becoming one with this female; he was no longer the same person he was before. He heard her cry out as he continued to penetrate her and touch her, stimulating her other nipple in the same way as he had the other.

Samantha had said something about "coming", but it sounded like a good thing, so Spencer continued his manipulations of her body until he was finally completely inside her. He felt her sigh happily as his balls bumped up against her, and he heard her whisper "Gently, Spencer, please start slowly," and this was all he could think about as he began to thrust himself inside her. If he thought he had been propelled by pleasure before, there was nothing that could stop him now; nothing save for a word from the goddess beneath him. He was completely lost in her; he heard her coaxing him to increase his speed and strength and he did so gradually until he heard her cry out about 'coming' over and over again. From the way she was grasping at him frantically with her hands, pushing him further into her or grasping at his hair or even digging her fingers into his thighs, he was certain she was enjoying herself as well. He felt his knot begin to form at the base of his penis, and Samantha screamed in pleasure as she asked him what was happening. "Knot," he gasped, "I'm going to begin to ejaculate soon, the knot- Oh, the knot keeps it in," he moaned. "Oh, fuck," Samantha moaned back at him. "That's too fucking hot, Spencer," she continued, her voice undulating every time she felt his widening knot slip in and out of her. Before long, she was screaming again, and Spencer's own arousal reached a peak as he felt her tighten around him yet again. "It's starting," he tried to warn his female, but before he could finish his words, he had thrust himself as deep inside her as he could get.

Samantha's entire body was trembling, and both she and Spencer were flushed and sweating. She had lost count of the number of orgasms she had already had, and she felt herself coming to another. Her lover was obviously nowhere near finished, and Samantha was certainly not about to tell him to call it quits. She felt herself rise and fall with arousal and orgasm again and again, the explosions she felt in her head each time becoming quieter and quieter as she began to lose consciousness. Watching Spencer thrusting into her and moaning as he came before returning to her clit and breasts would never get old, but her poor body could use a break. She moved his hands until they were squeezing her breasts, and brought his lips in to kiss her passionately before things began to grow darker around her. She still wasn't ready to stop; she wanted to stay awake until her fox was sated. She wanted to feel every last movement he made inside her; she wanted to concentrate on the sensitive parts near her entrance, her g-spot, and close to her cervix, and orgasm endlessly along with her partner. Unfortunately, fate had other plans, and after a few more orgasms and many more kisses, Samantha slipped into a sleep brought about by afterglow after afterglow.