Old 'friends' [High res]

[story]After  a night of sleeping on a rug in front of a fireplace somewhere in the  depths of Northrend, Halcyon had awoke to the scent of warm meats and  the creak of her room door. After the noise followed a voice, and  Halcyon slightly raised her groggy head, watching the fox whom had  previously supplied her with the room.
 

"Hopefully you rested better than previous nights" he said, setting a  tray of warm meats and ale on the small table. He wore fine silk robes,  barely clasped in the front, Halcyon took notice of the amount of neck  and chest fur revealed by him, but took to the food almost instantly.  "The night before I slept on frozen ground." she said whilst chewing at  the meat, otherwise giving little reaction.
 

"Is there anything else I can get you?" the finely robed fox would ask  the shirtless death knight who sat across from him now, gnawing at meat  like a starved pup. Occasionally, she'd glance to the other fox to see  if he was staring at her flat, masculine looking chest, slurping at the  mug of ale in-between tearing chunks of meat off of bone.
 

"I had intended on bathing.." she said after some time, a bit annoyed at  the intrusion, but also somewhat fine with it as it had brought food  and drink. The death knight herself was still foggy from the Elvan drugs  she'd taken the night before, and her thought process was a bit duller  than usual. What her brain lacked currently, her instincts had picked up  on.  Male scent. The odor of another fox, though slightly different. He  smelled virile, unlike most of the prey she took; though this one like  others, seemed more than willing to saunter into her lair. The inn she  had coiled up in for the night had instantly become the alpha female  foxes den, and any intruder, no matter how delicious of food they  brought to tempt her with, was a potential prey item in her eyes.
 

"We have a private bath you could use…and servants to comb your fur back  into order." said the male, he made eye contact with the death knight,  whos own eyes were fixed on his in a display of dominance. He'd take a  chance, leaning back in his chair and his robe would open along the  front more, showing more of his chest fur and the space between his  legs, an act of interest that the death knight picked up on without  looking. "Is there not one in this room?" asked Halcyon, her eyes  looking at him unimpressed, though her nose twitched from the scent in  the air.
 

The reaction from Sethos was almost begrudging or of annoyance to  Halcyon, yet he spoke in a different way and creatures foreign to the  cold death knight walked in bringing a large wooden circular bathtub and  jugs of water. The tub was set up in a cleared out spot, filled, and  towels and soaps left in place for use. The horned fox smiled and nodded  to what were apparently, in Hal's eyes, servants of his. Her head had  found its way atop a hand, while she leaned on the table, hungrily  watching the servants work until they left. She enjoyed watching big men  do labor intensive jobs, the more beat up on and used they looked, the  more she was interested in them; though these servants appeared rather  well taken care of.
 

After all was said and done, the masculine female wore a smug grin on  her muzzle, "Well look at that, there's one in here." she looked to  Sethos, again making that ever dominant eye contact with him as he  nodded. "Yes, and there's a fox in need of a bath" he said, getting up  and taking his chair to the tub, picking up the scrub brush and  positioning himself beside the bath. He'd tap the side of the tub as if  to hint he'd wash the muck from her fur himself, and Halcyon stood, not  really foreign to the concept of people cleaning her for her. She'd  disrobe fully and step into the warm water, allowing the act of cleaning  to progress and not making any noises of complaint as she was scrubbed  and washed.
 

It wouldn't be long before Halcyon, being cleaned and sitting in a bath  of warm scented water, would turn her nearly-permanently pink eye  towards Sethos and issue a command to him. "Get in" was all she'd say,  and the fox opposite to her would obey, dropping his robe and sliding  into the tub behind her, his body pressing almost instantly against her  own. Physical contact with any being, mortal or not would always make  the death knight feel a twinge, and this case was no different.  Sethos,  having his own personality and control of himself would slide his paws  around the lean female, and after he'd nuzzled the wet mane around her  neck he asked "This how you want me?" and Halcyon only said "Touch me."
 

While her pink eye had no power on him from this angle, he obeyed  regardless, slowly tracing his scaled hands along her body, one slipping  between the death knights legs, the other running along her flat chest.  She leaned back into the touch and let out a wanting sigh, enjoying the  feel of a creature with so much body heat, unlike her own body…cold and  practically lifeless.
 

Despite it, she did part her legs and allow  him to touch and feel her,  even play with the piercing between her legs, and while he did her own  hand had slipped back between them to fondle him in return. Halcyon  would drag this out for a long period of time, teasing and touching each  other, but not allowing more than that, and not allowing to be kissed.  When the alpha female had finally had enough she stood, left the tub and  toweled herself off roughly, padding over to the bed where she'd stand,  facing Sethos and giving him a lustful stare, her tail wagging slowly  behind her. She smelled food, and he was that food to her now.
 

When Sethos saw the look in the death knights eyes he too got out of the  tub, toweling hastily and almost slinking to where she was, nipping her  shoulder and attempting to press the fox into the bed, but she'd push  him down instead, straddling Sethos and taking what she wanted from him.  The two demons would wrestle in the bed, Halcyon feeding off of his  energy, and Sethos allowing it, and when he'd had enough of playing the  submissive role, he'd throw her over onto her stomach with a lustful  growl and slam into her, giving the fox death knight exactly what she  wanted, and even reiterating it into one of her long, torn ears,  whispering and growling "This is what you need" while Halcyon let her  face press into the sheets. She'd demand from him "More..harder" and  he'd give it to her, and from his vigor she'd feed. And from his point  of view, the female he used to know so many years ago before her  untimely demise, was going to be bred. In his mind, he saw a vixen in  heat and he'd give her his kits, he'd give her a whole litter of them.  And when his hard thrusts and pinning Halcyon down by the back of her  neck finally drove moans out of her, he'd rut her even harder, hilting  the smaller fox each time.